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We turned our questions into burning obsessions.
Some asked: Why
me?
Others cried: Why
everybody
else
except
me?
Accept
me!
Answers proved aloof or elusive
And always seemed to be conducive to mood swings.
With tempers flaring we took those tattered chi's and ideologies out of their vaults.
Our faults aren't our fault.
Now we're better than ever.
We drowned our problems in the whiskey.
The bottom of the bottle dripped as clean as our conscience and we slept unconscious.
We smoked our drugs and cigarettes to cleanse regrets, and always betted on regretting the outcome.
We did, and then some...
We rinsed our nicotine stained fingers double clean.
We dropped back to default. Our faults aren't our fault.
Now we're better than ever.
(1, 2, 3, 4...)
Regressions left our lessons laid out for our attention.
A tension left us open to change.
Three cheers for hoping!
Reason ain't our long suit.
- Album:
- Black Dogs EP
- Boys Night Out
- Trainwreck
- Make Yourself Sick
- Broken Bones and Bloody Kisses
- Miscellaneous
- Non-Album Releases
- Black Dogs
- Terrorized, Volume 24
- You Are My Canvas
- Dead and Dreaming: An Indie Tribute to Counting Crows
- Nintendo Fusion Tour Music Sampler
- The Best of Taste of Chaos
- Metal Hammer #172: Ferret Music
- Progression Through Aggression II
- Amped 3 Soundtrack - Fresh Tracks
- Alternative Times, Volume 62
- Rock Sound: Music With Attitude, Volume 53
- Take Action! Volume 5
- Take Action! Volume 4