Blackened bricks A room for kicks Get your clicks It's so shiny and empty now Dank and dark Tried to leave a mark Caught a fatal spark Can you remember how Finger nails Going off the rails No more happy tales Just a hole in our history Down and out We can scream and shout Leave no room for doubt Just a stain on the road to see I thought maybe I'd leave some trace Give me somewhere To hide my face Native sound Crashing all around We could hit the ground Or be buried forever here Near or far There's no other Scar And you know what you are You're deadening atmosphere I'm not going To leave this place I will always Be in your face You're all lying You're in the red And while I'm dying I'm in your head Money lies Power fries The music dies You've got to get over it Freedom sighs Lovers' cries Illegal highs You've got to love eating shit I thought maybe I'd leave some trace Give me somewhere To hide my face You're all guilty You're sad, you're dead But I'm not done yet I'm in your head
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A rip in the fabric. A blot on the landscape. Rending the past, sterilizing the future. Railway arches that were dank and dark and filled with noise. Redeveloped in some deathly way, but not quite forgotten, yet. Meanwhile, someone is lying to you and it's not us.