Fingers crossed on failure
We've become obsessed with our own demise
Snapshots of the raves blanket our dreams
Keep us warm at night
Accent on the negative
We've dredged the rivers clean
But the shit still fucking stinks


Lyrics submitted by RecoveringPain

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