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• Artiste: Glass and Ashes
• Titre: Dead on Arrival
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Which night will it all go down, where I bleed through the background, breakdowns and all the peoples crying out? We stand around. Duck and cover from the pointed fingers. Stop, drop, and roll from the quick one-liners. They're at it again, at each other's throats, their voices float like an SOS note in a bottle at the bottom of the deepest ocean. We set the standards setting ourselves up to be burned alive by the bridges we set. subject ourselves to objectives. You carry the weight of the world (to be uplifted). Some who we swalled whole speak from the hold of lockjaw. We set out to shut out and shut down and shit on at arm's length. (Re)Learn to speak, (Re)Learn to breathe, (Re)Learn to walk but I cant feel my legs. Sacrifice, Sacrifice, Sacrifice. We stagged to the end. Cover your eyes. We stand around. Calculate and classify. Safe and sound is where we're gagged and bound. (Sacrifice) Intelligent anthems for pathetic psalms. We back ourselves against he wall, since day one we've been here, Dead on arrival. Everyone watches their backs stabbed at will. It's like a paranoid government communist film. When do we admit that it's out of our hands and we're out of our minds? When do we admit?