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Christiansen

Now you're on your knees All alone, the belief in lies Downstairs Die to be in the spotlight Shift Glace piously Another stoned adolescent cry Live life

Hey baby what a clich'd abuse that comes from all of our trappings and truths Valiant kings at the manor alone Upside down try to turn it around and repeat

Melt out of breakdown hits, they make our fingers break yearning to attain a new hole and make a living in it Style's out of control Can I turn it now

1983 in the year of our lord The Camero's kickin' The photograph it melts in his hand He's going faster Age 18 with the cute blonde curls The devil's

These past years, we've said so much that's unclear Let's look into the mind's realities I'm there, except I don't have long hair The Frankenstein implied

When you left last night Holding back was quite the same When you asked "Why not?" Every day's a different day So this is how you're known Loud speaker

My Blacklist: If people don't dance they die Cathartic hand claps Dependent on words without sounds In the bitter end goodbye Fire paint at the canvas

My Blacklist: If people don't dance they die Cathartic hand claps Dependent on words without sounds In the bitter end goodbye Fire paint at the canvas

Melt out of breakdown hits, they make our fingers break yearning to attain a new hole and make a living in it Style's out of control Can I turn it now