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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 the oil and pornography
There will be so much to teach
Of the slow math of debt and dreams
Yeah we deserve that much at least:
For every land a new war,
For every man a new disease.
Queue the years!
Hold our breaths to shallow beats.
We should storm the beach
And unhinge our lungs at least.
Unhinge all hearts asleep.
If you need something to believe,
New science always feeds us
New bombs and new TV's.
And who here will say
The rate of pay for their working day
Is not outweighed by their fatigue?
The new math of debt and dreams.
Yeah we deserve that much at least:
For every land a new war,
For every man a new disease.
Queue the years!
Hold our breaths to shallow beats.
We should storm the beach
And unhinge our lungs at least.
Yeah for every land a new war,
For every man a new disease.
- Album:
- The Owner
- Selective Wreckage
- Crime in Stereo Is Dead
- Is Dead
- The Troubled Stateside
- Love
- The Contract
- Explosives And The Will To Use Them
- I Was Trying To Describe You To Someone
- Crime In Stereo Is Dead (Deluxe)
- Kill Your Idols / Crime in Stereo
- split ep
- Bridge Nine 2008 Sampler
- Beer: The Soundtrack
- Broken Lamps and Hardcore Memories, Volume 2
- Strong Island - The Best of Long Island Hardcore/Punk
- Fuel. Transit. Sleep.
- Not Dead
- Fuel. Transit. Sleep. EP
- 2009 Summer Sampler