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Some Can Dance

by PRSM

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The undying light I can't stand to see, feel, or touch I'm grinding my teeth to the fucking gums, sleep feels like such a crutch I only know the sickest jokes, you know the kind there's no punchline And so succeeds the hand that needs, composure is for pricks I could be wrong I'm always wrong It's my gift to you
2.
I don't care what you say and you should know It's not my fault your life is boring Your life is so fucking boring Some can dance we all can spit When in Rome let's burn to death The well's run dry it's not hard to tell You'll always have yourself to sell
3.
Some days I wake up in a cold sweat and some days I don't wake up at all I can't seem to put my feet on the ground in succession I'm disengaged / disenchanted / disillusioned Someday you're gonna break through but until then take this pill Through sheer tyranny of will truth comes to life and is born still Western Medicine Side effects, little more than a specimen
4.
If these walls could talk they'd say "get some rest" Ambition left and said "I tried my very best" Life is inescapable, tell me it means something Today had endless potential that I slept through Future corpses intersect, count their blessings, and read the news Drag this hollow body through these dead streets Desperately planting seeds on fresh concrete Death is inescapable Tell me it means something Death is inescapable I need it To mean Something

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released July 18, 2015

Recorded / Mixed / Mastered by L. Mumford
Art Design by the lovely & talented B. Brush.

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adam - drums
joel gray - guitar
james rage - bass

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