Paroles Thrash Mt. Towson de Max Levine Ensemble (The)

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OOHHHHHHHHHOhhOHH, As slowly as we're dying,
I'm gonna make a fucking racket.
I'll see the clocks crash from the walls,
Before I watch their hands tick slowly backwards.
When we keep quiet, it keeps us up at night,
When we don't scream we feel fucking paralyzed,
It ebbs and swells and we're trying like hell,
Just to let it oooooooooooooooout!

So when tonight I skate and fall,
Then the asphalt will mean that much more to me.
I'll let my skin scraped up and bleeding,
Consecrate a pact with the fucking concrete,
Though the concrete's harder, we push through all of it,
We see this world but we feel so far from it,
And with our hands, find we can take back a small part of it.

A part of it... oooh oooh oooh a part of it...
And then a thousand fucking saints
Will try to tell you what your life's like,
And everyone's an expert right? Uh huh.

We keep our heads up and tread,
Through this mess of a mess of a world that we live in...
When you wear your politics like its the gospel to your holy religion,
You make a decision, tell me what do you do? Ah tell me.
OK Smartypants, what do you do when you get bored?
What do you do with your boredom?

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