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REQUIEM
FOR THE SENSES
(MY NEW ADDICTION) -
My New Addiction
The news in black and white
Cant tear my eyes away
The crash is soon in sight
All those Monkeys in the Jungles
Wont feel a goddamn thing
Cause when your eyes are blind and your skin peels off
What the good in suffering?
And I want to see them make us crawl
I need to see that fire ball
Lighting up on my TV
Burning our olafactory
Now, thats the smell of victory
All in the name of being free
Yeah, were making our mark on history
But whos gonna be around to read
history...anyway?
This is my Addiction
To watch the plane go down
The Men in suits always talk so cute
as they terrorize your town
All the cowboys with their six-guns
Are gonna ride in from the west
Theyre gonna smoke you out with some yankee green
Or put a bullet through your chest.
My new addiction
I wont feel a goddamn thing
When your ears are blown and your taste is torn
Whats the point in feeling anything?
CREDITS:
Joseph D'Angora - Vocals, Rythym
Rich Vacarro - Lead Guitar,
Todd Nosek - Drums
Graham Taylor - Bass
Toby Ricci - Violin
Recorderd by:Justin Burill
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