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Crime In Stereo I Stateside

face. So you can put your windows down and impose your musical tastes upon this immense landscape. I think I'm starting to relate to these troubled states. And I

. With the lazy shame of my parents money and the senseless sweat of my own. Kids! We're in this together. You're my new consumer and I don't want to

see". I could find you in any dive in any one of these Dark streets. In a vinyl booth with a stranger, dripping insincerities. And all those promises to me you mumbled. I

So I wanted goals. I saw all I needed was: -a home with a view of something beautiful -a woman that I trusted -the friends that I grew up with But it

if the basis for care is what you can afford? You'll get a permanent place in a public ward. So what if it hurts? So what if I place in my broken faith

Unhinge all hearts with speed. If you need something to believe, we can bury them deep. We'll put our faith in new machines. Once we've exhausted all

If it seems as of late, I've stopped sitting around talking about the bands i hate, maybe i'm starting to relate. How could anyone, have anything to