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Curl Up and Die

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  1.  
    Lyrics
    We're lost love with nothing to give.
    Our hearts are over-medicated.
    An overdosed America.
    Sharing a closet with our skeletons.
    And in being needed, not what we need.
    Antidepressants Are Depressing  -  385 plays
  2. An Uncomfortable Routine  -  432 plays
  3.  
    Lyrics
    When we stood and wiped away your eyes and reached for our heart's last beat. not once did you look back for me. not once did you hold me without the thought of him. switched off minds melt away in processed conversation. barely breathing, i am the diseased. we are the hidden agendas staring as we are decaying, eagerly waiting to breathe (see). we are all dead. these burnt buildings for him and a city worn away, i'll crush those roses before we meet again. and for the fallen, i've finally given up on you. (singed lips bleed softly from all to hell.) there's no fear in machinery. there's no point in any of this.
    Ted Nugent Goes AOL - (2:31)  -  386 plays
  4.  
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    Drawing this box for you to recreate me into something i can never be. disease turned these clouds a infinite light and the winds a translucent glow. it seemed so easy to quit everything to remember. transmitted recordings of robot tracks to forget how everyone sounds. tightly formed mechanical wings, dwelling on how to save us all. never in control, never really having a chance. we're all useless with our eyeliner dripping in red. we let it fester always knowing that it was coming and i'm hearing things in my head. i'm hearing things all wrong. these arms failed to lift when my eyes forgot to open. everything left offsetting through the dryed paint that creates these butterfly wings, twitching and teasing now. standing here one year later with signs of red shining through a decade more. among the morning light of bedroom walls deafeated to know the danger in this. it's so easy to forget everything we swore we'd remember. we're all useless. if only i could keep the eyeliner from running i'd drive these roads to kill my own kind.
    You'd Be Cuter If I Shot You in the Face  -  437 plays
  5.  
    Lyrics
    She kisses like cough syrup when I have a cold.
    but we're not in love, we're just alone.
    Like a drug company's overdose.
    Trying to replace our heads with holes.
    We're missing days and spending weeks.
    Instrumental  -  340 plays
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