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Move into the grave that bares your name.
My high is creeping, but is it set in stone?
We're both wasted, but we're not going anywhere like this.
(So we'll see right through)
For me to walk face first into sliding glass for your pleasure.
All in the taste of salt on your neck.
(Now I) Fall on the urge of taking it back
('Till I'm) Spilling the blood that rests on my tongue.
(Dreaming) of holding your head, detached from the rest.
Move into the grave that bares your name.
This fuse left burning, but now we're far too close.
This fuse left burning, but now we're fat too close.
(So we'll see right through)
To let the past stitch our wounds and seal our tears.
(So we'll see right through)
All in the taste of salt on your neck
(Now I)Fall on the urge of taking it back
('Till I'm) Spilling the blood that rests on my tongue.
(Dreaming) of holding your head, detached from the rest.
We won't believe in everything
We won't believe in everything
Let's sick from the guilt you spread.
Lust sick in this moment. We won't believe in anything.
All in the taste of salt on your neck
(Now I) Fall on the urge of taking it back.
('Till I'm) Spilling the blood that rests on my tongue.
(Dreaming) Of holding your head, detached from the rest.
- Álbum:
- Rattlesnake!
- Faso Latido
- Miscellaneous
- Non-Album Releases
- A Static Lullaby
- Rattlesnake
- A Static Lullaby (Bonus Track)
- Withered
- Live at Club 156
- AMP Sampler, Volume 14
- The Killer in You: A Tribute to the Smashing Pumpkins
- Live at the Boardwalk
- Taste of Chaos
- FlatOut Ultimate Carnage
- Punk Goes Pop, Volume 2
- Monitor This! Oct/Nov 2003
- Ferret Music 2004: Progression Through Aggression
- Take Action Compilation Vol. 6
- Punk Goes Pop, Vol. 2
- Progression Through Aggression: Ferret Music 2004