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Knock-Ten
01:47
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Knock - Ten:
Yeah
Every time I feel it growing
Every time I feel it gripping
Every time I feel it carving in me
Every time I feel it coming
Every time I feel it growing
Every time I feel it cutting into me
I will ride these waves
all the way down
I will ride these waves
Right out of here
Every time I feel it coming
Every time I feel it growing
Every time I feel it carving in me
Every time I feel it coming
Every time I feel it gripping
Every time I feel it cutting into me
I will ride these waves
All the way down
Right out of here
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2. |
V
02:36
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V:
Drop
Anytime I hear your voice it makes me fuckin sick
Anytime I see your face it makes me fuckin sick
I know you believe those lies
I know you believe their lies
Poison in the water its not safe for drinking
White hoods in the masses they will corrupt you’re thinking
Blegh
Anytime I hear your voice it makes me fuckin sick
Anytime I see your face it makes me fuckin sick
I know you believe their lies
Alright let me just ask you this one question
How would you really feel with no teeth to talk?
How would you really feel limbs to walk?
How would you really feel with no teeth to talk?
How would you really feel limbs to walk?
Fuck
I know you think you’re right
you really do
I know you think you’re right
you really do
Backwards its backwards there’s no forwards here
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3. |
Fox
03:07
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Fox:
Take as much as you want
We know you’ll never leave
It’s numbness you want
It’s numbness you need
Panic sets in and its just a little much
Panic sets in and its just a little much
Alright where’s the after party?
Mother fucker I am the after party.
Yeah
I can’t get off living
Livin like this
Mind body and soul are
Giving in
Oh its such a sin
Let us in
Crown
Me the king
Wait
Crown
Her the queen
Stumble on a broken crutch and just
Just call me the king
Walk on broken glass and bloody knees
Stumble on a broken crutch and just
Just call her the queen
Walk on broken glass and bloody knees
Oh deer god I know this is never ending
DO A BARREL ROLL
I can’t do this on my own
You are not alone
I can’t do this on my own
You are not alone
Knock it off Fox
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Trauma Lanes Milton, Ontario
Milton, Ontario
Southern Post-Hardcore
Your friendly neighbourhood TL
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