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Stopped keeping score
Like you keep score
It finally does not mean shit to me anymore
I crumple it up
Throw it away
It's just a way to keep track of how well my hands are played
What I want I've always found a way to have
Got past no a long fucking time ago
The only thing that I can't buy more of is time
How could I believe that the hour glass would ever get this thin?
I never listened
I should have listened
But I will fill what is left of my days
With the the things that I love the most
What I hate gets pushed to the side of my plate
When I ride you know that those trumpets play
I've never known a bliss like this
I'll burn this whole place down
Roll right out of this fucking town
Before I become the things that I despise
- Álbum:
- Don’t Wait Up
- Give Blood
- It All Comes Down To This
- Holding This Moment
- The Note
- Boston 6:58pm
- Miscellaneous
- Non-Album Releases
- Ten Years Plus
- Chaos,Darkness and Emptiness
- Bane / Adamantium
- Doghouse/Equal Vision - Summer Sampler 2002
- Demo
- Atticus: Dragging the Lake II
- Equal Vision Records Label Sampler
- The Best of Taste of Chaos
- Equal Vision Sampler
- For the Kids!
- Free To Think, Free To Be
- Equal Vision Records: Spring Sampler 2005