Paroles de All Conflict, All The Time
What am I to do with you when broken down at six years old?With hammers at my throat and visits to the hospital?
Where to go from this?
With trash can fires and swollen upper lips, and only mental institutions and certain poverty to miss?
Abandon town.
All conflict, all the time.
And it feels like battle zones tucked into every corner of space.
And if this place begins to resemble Ohio, we'll move on again.
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