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(oh i'm sorry.
i didn't know you were so closely... pregnant.)
i've watched them, breath baited
pay homage to jailers of lore.
you doubt me, by tantrum the passive dismiss for the infidel scourge.
oh and i'll do it so well
when it's the children on fire themselves
narcotic catharsis, a plot to conspire
a plague to endure.
*oh and my conscience still screams,
bloody murder to me.
i hope it never, i hope it never tells me
what i want to hear.
and when your head hits the floor, your body knows it's for sure. changing up the state of dramatics.
i took you in and washed your hands,
bowed and flinched at your demands.
we walk through sand, but only my prints were at hand.
plus, i guess you fight within the china shop. the gun runs red, while the china don't stop.
you know being a cop, leaves a heart of charity belly up in slop.
*and my conscience still screams,
bloody murder to me.
i hope it never tells me
what i want to hear.
and when your head hits the floor,
your body knows it's for sure.
changing up the state of dramatics.
the loveless so fickle, a boredom too ripe to ignore.
relentless lip service, remedial fascist, a fate to endure.
oh, i mistook you for kin, condemned for your passion within.
narcotic catharsis, a blood to conspire
a face to abhor.
*oh and my conscience still screams,
bloody murder to me.
i hope it never, i hope it never tells me
what i want to hear.
and when your head hits the floor,
your body knows it's for sure.
changing up the state of dramatics.
and my conscience still screams,
bloody murder to me.
i hope it never, i hope it never tells me
what i want to hear.
and when your head hits the floor,
your body knows it's for sure.
i hope it never, i hope it never tells me
what i want to hear.
i didn't know you were so closely... pregnant.)
pay homage to jailers of lore.
you doubt me, by tantrum the passive dismiss for the infidel scourge.
oh and i'll do it so well
when it's the children on fire themselves
narcotic catharsis, a plot to conspire
a plague to endure.
bloody murder to me.
i hope it never, i hope it never tells me
what i want to hear.
and when your head hits the floor, your body knows it's for sure. changing up the state of dramatics.
bowed and flinched at your demands.
we walk through sand, but only my prints were at hand.
you know being a cop, leaves a heart of charity belly up in slop.
bloody murder to me.
i hope it never tells me
what i want to hear.
and when your head hits the floor,
your body knows it's for sure.
changing up the state of dramatics.
relentless lip service, remedial fascist, a fate to endure.
oh, i mistook you for kin, condemned for your passion within.
narcotic catharsis, a blood to conspire
a face to abhor.
bloody murder to me.
i hope it never, i hope it never tells me
what i want to hear.
and when your head hits the floor,
your body knows it's for sure.
changing up the state of dramatics.
bloody murder to me.
i hope it never, i hope it never tells me
what i want to hear.
and when your head hits the floor,
your body knows it's for sure.
i hope it never, i hope it never tells me
what i want to hear.
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i think its actually "relentless lip surface remedial fascist..."
do you think its about a afghani cop watching his country and doing wrong things for the 'right' reasons?
This song is so beautiful. It's been my kinda dirty little secret that I'm not much of a fan of Head Automatica. I mean, it's alright, but not as good as Glassjaw IMO, probably because Glassjaw's my favorite band. This song reminds me of GJ's Losten, but with a much edgier sound. I love Daryl Palumbo.
***I forgot to write why I gave that little Head Automatica explanation... this song feels like a revival of that old Daryl sound, but evolved.