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Every Time I Die

Champing At The Bit

 

Champing At The Bit

(álbum: Gutter Phenomenon - 2005)


We drew a crowd.
The crowd drew blood.
Fawning swindlers.
There's a shark in the stream where the newborns are baptized.
Who let the flatterer, into the gallery, on our sweet sixteen.
Take him against the wall for the witness.

This is doom in a borrowed suit.
It's a pick up line at a funeral.
Cannibals along side the catwalk.
But its ok we've got old blood and our veins are rooted to the hornets nest again.
New love is tasteless.
We're wearing down.

This is the year of the party crasher.
What is charm.
Where are the heroics.

What is harm to the perfumed wrists of the stoics.
Designer Imposters find us twitching in the claws of the snake.
A fin is circling around in the floor.
It appears we've lost our way.
The tide is swelling and we've fallen asleep on the shore.
Get inside.
Someone's yelling fire in the theater.
Oh dear God.
Everybody stay calm.
Tell your husband that his screaming just invited it in.
The horsemen are crashing through the gates.
Crashing through the gates.
We had better learn to play dead.
Our hands are reeking of rapture.
It's dripping from our chin.
The tragedy of infant hearts.
But it's ok
We've got old blood and our hair is woven to the same hotel again.
We're wearing down.
This is the year of the party crasher.
It's you and me for the first time, in history.
We're history.

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