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Therapy for those who never regret it Damage control Sexy covered in stitches So disgusting we accept it Eloquent fucks So revolting you can taste it I'm sick of this shit They bury us in it They want to open you up Burn until the embers are dust Well fuck if I care I'm probably just as pathetic But I would not dare sink so low for the credit Manifested by the famous Naked for hits They only care for admiration The perfect and fit Infected keep singing I'm irresponsible for the best thing I have Never wanted to hold you more than now I just wanted to sweep you from the ground
Babe I love you long time yeah You're the one I swear Can I change the ever-growing space in my mind Will glowing light on the floor fade away In this life I will grow older Until the ground holds me down I'm an old soul full of black holes To live and to learn my purpose For all the wrong needs I want this Oh, it's all happened before Crawling further in your daydream One last chance Take me back to the place filled with hope Smoke, suffocate all of your pretty face If you keep up this corrosion I will throw you away Tell me that you love me all the time I can see right through those petty lies
Cash for a love, a new hole to repent If I fall in again pull me up Deeper it seems nothing like when I dream Television has seen so much worse Coming up for air Devilish words full of fear and a nerve They are usually slurred when you drink Hit me again get me close to the edge I am sure to regret all I've done Open up to let the inhibitions loose I'm a soldier of a dream, one you could only choose Bleeding out we need a voice for the obscure To terrify, to lead a right and noble cause I have seen this once before All of the cracks fill to make me more More than the man I used to be Dead to the world but awake to see And in the end, we are just bitter friends Memories that will turn into dust Filling the cracks Sewing the wounds We've seen it all to soon Choosing to be irreverent me Maybe if I keep up this way We have nothing left to give Painting pictures of our better years
In uniform we always collaborate Clearly states the meaning to delegate Enforce me with a sense of elation To elevate my relax injection Calm, cool and collected My pointless objective Staring at a backlit blank canvas Words escape, the block keeps the upper hand Thank-you to all previous experience Running on empty eureka Clearly, I've got the concept Sound for the birth To thank all protests who understand how to blow smoke Empty ammunition instead of wasteful days Clocks will reverse Reflecting all the empty contradicting posers Label my place to undermine results Serve until the end It gratifies all that we choose to make our purpose Too late to continue Instead dissect for fun All I see is black outside With dim streetlights to hide all types of uninspired, negative displays of what the politics gave a generation of young hopeful minds I'll never surface in this ocean In an hourglass, I see through all other plans Detriment to the middle class Caused by what should never burn Young ones only need to learn Circling around a vortex is not constructive enough to advance through an office Daily repetition never felt resistance


released November 8, 2016

Recorded by Nova Hands, Elliot Roberts, Tom Wilson
Mixed by Nova Hands
Mastered by Jason Wilson at www.stakeoutstudios.com
Artwork by Chloé Ramsey
Copyright © Nova Hands 2016
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