lyrics
Just heard them saying,
You’ve got yourself to blame,
Standing divided,
Standing so far away.
They don’t do collective asperation now, it’s true,
They don't do, Collective asperation.
Now we’re lying and stealing,
Get out of this place, get away from this feeling.
For, now
A sweet trap, a borrowed feeling
A vegas nerve elavation, or an argon share sensation
Slow down
We don’t do collective asperation now, it’s true,
We hurt hard and blame ourselves like good men do.
So sure as hell, anger makes us stupid
I'm a nervous man,
Feels like I've got a good reason now.
What a mess we’ve made,
What a beautiful mess you made
I can still hear them crying
What a game to play,
What fucking fucked up game to play
I can still hear them crying
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Foma,
released September 21, 2012
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