lyrics
“Open up and say “Ah”! See me piss on the top of the hill. Crawl in the sludge, dirty pig and listen to the silent scream among desperate cries.
It doesn’t make you wiser. It doesn’t make us love distillers. Scorn is growing and tear us out of the lies. They promise black days, then a way to the light. But we are our own candles. Decrease.
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released April 20, 2013
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