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Healed. We are healed again. Built of frail minds, sinking lungs and bodies aching. This is a match for every empty skull of the families with gasoline eyes. The smoke is choking me out, but I love it. Don't you love it? When hands guide the hands that hold the throat of our own dissapointment, we're all set to choke and we're the ones who all made the appointment. Repent. React. Forget your promise of Heaven, spitting out what you've taken. Now it's got you running. Now it's louder, but we need it in our lives. We've run out of ground to turn up for the health deprived. Louder always louder. You need this in your life, you've run out of legs to stand on. Eat what I prescribe. Healed, we are healed. You are the devil and you love it. Healed, we are healed. I am the devil and I'm sick of it.
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So let's just forget that you've been shoveling dirt in my head. You've peeled your concerns from your frame so you won't feel the shake. How could we all feed the world when all you'll ever want is your half? Show your hands. Heritage in every ache, we'll be the fangs and this, the bone to break. Despised and cast aside, have we waited all our lives for this? To become this; teeth on bone? I'll love myself, you'll tie the noose. I'll hang my head, you'll cut me loose. So let's just pretend that you awake with your head in your hands. Distraught, discontent and disgusted by how you are blessed. I try not to think about or see my people's wretched hearts. All in the "who's who", with their tops down, getting sun and looking sharp. First base greets me with a fist and as fun as that is, I don't wanna play ball anymore with these kids. (You are what you can't forget.) We are the vessels for all that is great. We are discarding the devil. Give back what you take.
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Courtships - Dead Pilots
02:46
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I regret my cataclysm like a neighbor regrets an out of tune band
My angel bite my poltergeist keeps me young keeps me numb
Cheap slave dirty insect
I don't fear it I don't adore it
These things have a way of encompassing the root of our shame
These things encourage growth but rouge the cheeks of death
I'm going to sleep in a bed of words all tied to you
And I'm not closing my eyes until each one is true
The daunting task of staying sober
My angel bite my poltergeist keeps me young keeps me numb
It keeps me cheap slave dirty insect
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Courtships - DOA
03:24
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No use for a hospital gown, dead on arrival
I'm not saying this to condescend you
But I've watched you take loans from the sick
You can't play god when you're a prisoner
You can't play soldier when you're an amputee
You're the silhouette of the damned
to piss away your life like that
Just another harbinger to bad genetics
No use for a hospital gown, dead on arrival
I'd chew through limbs just to get away from your disease
And I'd hold my head up with the lack thereof until I felt clean
If they stole from you, they'll do it again
They'll steal your heart, and they'll steal your friends
Cheap thrills in the underworld
Just can't get enough
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Music and lyrics by Botch.
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