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Intro
02:22
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Wolf in the eyes, but rabbit inside
You gnawed off your fingers and still tried to climb
So you could stare down at where your extremities lie,
but in our excitement, I think we gnawed out our eyes.
We were liquid and chalk
We were both defrocked
Your lip in my teeth, and
Your pride in a headlock
Making its plans to sow oats
In emaciated wastelands
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Fire
03:47
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I think we died inside a fire
About eight years ago.
I think my mouth is still on fire.
It smokes and singes, crackling,
brings to light every one of your fears.
I was brushing your back when we walked in the woods,
You never doubted your god half as well as I could
With confident wants, but wavering shoulds,
I'm confident that with one chance I would.
I could ruin you.
I think we died inside a fire,
About four days ago
I think your skin is still on fire,
It melts itself and molds into every evil thing that I can say
Step back, sit down separately, but mentally intact
while we telegraph the sicknesses the other one was lacking in.
You are draining in your confidence
and I am overwhelming confident.
and I could ruin you.
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Plastic Swords
04:17
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No shoes and plastic swords and you,
were fighting invisible enemies.
At least not any that I could see.
But we marched on dutifully.
To a place where a faithful few were fathered in.
A place where you can be safe from your potential,
let it go to waste.
High stress and rubber checks, and I
I'm bowing down to my vices.
It feels so nice to be crippled at times.
The second son of the mother
The only name of the father
Fell in line with the brother
and detatched from all of the other ones.
Our legs are moving in the dark, our lungs are working more and more.
You are an olive branch
I rang the drums of war
I know what I am isn't what I was before
An ego driven maniac that I've been sprinting towards
Our legs are moving in the dark
Our tongues are working more and more.
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Maluck Elyria, Ohio
We are a three piece band from the Cleveland Ohio area.
We make a lot of noise.
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