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Outpatient
02:40
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Born into, born into
This torture
Torn into, torn into
I can see these motives
Born into, born into
This torture
Torn into, torn into
I can see these motives
Red Light
Death becomes the wealth of thieves
Death becomes the wealth of man
Death becomes the wealth of man
Death becomes the wealth of thieves
Cause it's just another outpatient that you push to the side
Flat line
Well it's just another outpatient that you push to the side
And they’re
Flat liners
Flat lining
Flat liners
And they’re flat lining
Fuck
Born into
Swarm into
Hospital Beds
Swam into
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You, god damn, bitch
Baby, was it worth it
Grave robbing everyone
Well I say
Baby was it worth it
Grave robbing everyone
God damn
Ladies and Gentlemen
I didn’t know
We were in for a show
Is it everything that you want
Is it everything that you need
Is it everything that you feel
Well its cause for celebration just pour another drink
For every man, woman and child
Snake Heads, walking
Snake Heads, talking
For every man, woman and child
For every man, woman and child
Snake Heads, walking
Snake Heads, talking
For every man, woman and child
For every man, woman and child
Snake Heads, walking
Snake Heads, talking
Alright, let's just bring that back one more time
Baby
Was it worse
Don’t tell me I don’t want to know
Was it worse
Don’t tell me I don’t want to know
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3. |
Hot Lips
02:47
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Oh darling
It’s so bitter sweet
You know these pills
Are too hard to, to swallow
Alright girl cut my teeth if I’m going to fast here
All I wanna see
Is you smile
And all I wanna see
Is that gritty smile
Cause you know its been far to long
You
Start the car
Ignite those, those fires
We’ll spike the vampires
Right through their fucking hearts
Yeah
I worry that everything I say is too cliche
Well that’s so cliche
I gotta get this off my chest cause its killing me
I gotta get this off my chest cause your killing me
Hot lips I'd die for you
Hot lips I'd kill for you
Hot lips I fucking need you
alright, god damn
Stop drinking and face the pain
Stop drinking and face the pain
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4. |
Jonestown
02:11
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Take me
Away from here
For every crooked cop
In every back water swamp
They thought you’d
You’d get far
Well that's not likely hunny
Slaughter every pig
And paint the churches red
Well I know you thought you’d get far from there
Alright, I see you pointing those fingers
And see you talking that talk
But can you walk that walk
Who are we to say
It’s not all for you
Burn it down and claim it
Burn it down and claim it
It’s all for you
Well its all for you
Some call them saints
Some call it god
But if you ask me it's all fucking control
But if you ask me it is all control
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Cerberus
02:45
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Just see it through
Well I’ve only been burned
By the second mother fucking degree
Well I’ve only been burned
By the second mother fucking degree
Oh yeah
You’ll get what you deserve
How could you do those things to her
Don't you dare close your eyes
Now the tables have turned
Every dog has his day
My name is Cerberus and I'll be your host
My name is Cerberus and I'll be your host
Alright, mother fucker
You gotta get with this program
Just see it through
Don’t you dare close your eyes cause I’m coming for you
Don’t you dare close your eyes cause your life is mine
Just lock the door, this stranger doesn’t mean well
Just lock the door, this stranger doesn’t mean well
Just lock the door
He doesn’t mother fucking mean well
She will be there to take your life
She will be there to see your last breath
She will be with you there
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I've spent so much time being bitter for you
I've spent so much time being bitter for you
Rigor mortis of the spine
Rigor mortis on my mind
Cave my chest in just for you tonight
Something's gotta give
Something's gotta give
Look at this mess, it's so god damn pretty
Something's gotta give
Something's gotta give
Well do I look
Desperate enough
Walk street tops
And fuck all moral codes
Cave my chest in just for you tonight
Something's gotta give
Something's gotta give
Look at this mess, it's so god damn pretty
Something's gotta give
Something's gotta give
Let me ask you this
With what am I worth
With hollow bodied words
That can't save my friends
Cave my chest in just for you tonight, break my ribs say goodbye.
Fuck
Suck face with gods if that’s what you need
Or hold hands with devils they’re full hearted fiends
Suck face with gods if that’s what you need
Or hold hands with devils they’re full hearted fiends
Cave my chest in just for you
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Trauma Lanes Milton, Ontario
Milton, Ontario
Southern Post-Hardcore
Your friendly neighbourhood TL
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