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Testo Punk Rock In The Wrong Hands
Testo Punk Rock In The Wrong Hands
I am a prisoner in a war full of idiots.
The stomping feet of waltzing hypocrites pave the way of a brave tomorrow, choke the throat of passion and sorrow. Kill my drifting breeze of thought, I have been captured, I have been caught. I am a prisoner in a war of scowls, coughing youth from it's bowels, I am doing fine, I am feeling well, deep inside my dark well cell
The stomping feet of waltzing hypocrites pave the way of a brave tomorrow, choke the throat of passion and sorrow. Kill my drifting breeze of thought, I have been captured, I have been caught. I am a prisoner in a war of scowls, coughing youth from it's bowels, I am doing fine, I am feeling well, deep inside my dark well cell
- Openings
- Murder, Conductor
- Goodbye, Face
- Skin Pack
- The Lonesome Waltz Of Leonard Cohen
- The Ghosts Of Shadows Passing In City Streets
- We're Sustained By The Corpse Of Fallen Constellation
- Sounds Of Gravesites (Upturned)
- By The Fireplace In White
- Humans With Forked Tongues
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