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Psalms
03:36
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Gonna come and find you
I believe in nothing else
Hold your breath and pour it out
Tell me all your sins
Give it away, the pain you’re feeling
Don’t be defined by the thoughts in your head
Nothing is real and nothings sacred
Gonna find my way home
I don’t believe in the things they tell me
Got in the way and I’m shedding my skin
Sell me a psalm and I’ll cave and I’ll give everything away
Never gonna find me (ya)
I been feeling something (else)
Held my breath and poured it out
Told you all my sins
I believed the words you said were true
Give it away, the pain you’re feeling
Don’t be defined by the thoughts in your head
Nothing is real and nothings sacred
Gonna find my way home
I don’t believe in the things they told me
Got in the way and I’m shedding my skin
Sell me a psalm and I’ll cave and I’ll give everything away
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Fan Club President
03:42
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I fixed to get away, found me some purpose that day, packed a bag and grabbed my gun
I’m a sad and lonely man, and I’m your number one fan, your sacrifice will save us all
Filled all my prescriptions and chased the sun
On the day you said you’d show, you never did
With gun in hand, I waited
I’m number one, and you belong to me
I bled for you now bleed for me
Photos of you adorn, my walls but I got scorn, my love for you, it complicates
I had that dream today, caught you in the rye again
I’ll save you now, I’ll kill ur pain
Tell all your fans to give up, I win
On the day you said you’d show, you never did
With gun in hand, I waited
I’m number one, and you belong to me
I bled for you now bleed for me
On the day you said you’d show, you never did
With gun in hand, I waited
I’m number one, and you belong to me
I bled for you and I still wait
I wait. I still wait.
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Pistoletta
03:33
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Left all your things and ran away
Didn’t need them anyway
As you ran you just sang
The wind blew leaves into your hair
Fired your gun into the air
Putting holes in the sun
Talking heads don’t care, they can find another girl who’ll let them win
Pull the pin, don’t flinch, you’ll have your revenge, you’re gonna make them beg
They used you like a cannonball
Sent you solo into war, made you fight with your hands
You don’t kill you only maim, left them to disintegrate, with the heads in their hands
Talking heads don’t care, they can find another girl Who’ll let them win
Pull the pin, don’t flinch, you’ll have your revenge, you’ll make them beg
Fuck their game
Play your own till you win
Point your gun to the sky
Make them run
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ACIIDZ Toronto, Ontario
Toronto est. 2018
noisy sounds + melody
happy/sad/lost/found
anthony bleed
chris chartrand
bryan dickface
danni action
(formerly of kill cheerleader, die mannequin, crystal castles, currently midnight towers, black halos, black cat attack)
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