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You Should Be Ashamed Of Myself - The Bled

"welcome to the end of the night where everyone reeks of stale smoke dirty jokes. stop me if you've heard this one the ransoms over where's my cut? skewered on an open flame I bought you off the spit pose"

Three's Away - The Bled

"the plague. it came and stole my good fortune away it's not the end, it's just judgement day. crossed off the list. i must have some nerve how could i show my face around here ever again it's not worth"

Asleep On The Frontlines - The Bled

"we'll keep on talking this out but i've already made up your mind i've been trying to gnaw through my tongue to stop from confessing my crimes and these conversations are wearing me down what did my patience"

Starving Artiste - The Bled

"i made a pact not to sleep through the end. all of the dreamers are stuck in their beds. fight off the attraction to always play dead i'm tortured by white noise in half hour sets. ears ringing. your mouth"

Silver Lining - The Bled

"battered and courageous all eyes on you we made you some kind of god of war on your back awaiting constant salivation straight from the snuff film cutting room floor shot by shot cry out "i've had enough""

Some Just Vanish - The Bled

"when you find me pinned beneath the wreckage call off your sirens call of your search everything is quiet on fire everything is warm inside the glow with television static, with engines purring let me"

Breathing Room Barricades - The Bled

"and then there was one with sharpened grin a home i was never meant to find. the wound was exposed and i fell in a curse i was blessed with as a child i spent my life waiting for this i knew i even bore"

Beheaded My Way - The Bled

"a long shot. the liar is the only one who spills his guts. we all swallow your words like starving dogs. we eat it up. hell of a scam. you pulled the wool over our broken eyes again who's in command? hell"

My Bitter Half - The Bled

"i traced your shape and counted the days and you just erased me. i hit the ground and i make no sound as your heels pierced me. i scarred my face to conquer my pride and you cocooned in your misery. i"

Antartica - The Bled

"The rain begins. the tide it pulls. and it drags me down. keep rolling in. alone you float. she wont let go. and it spins you out. keep rolling in. underneath a web of satellites. concrete structures puncture"

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