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Another empty house, these words are an empty cause
We chiseled it in stone, now they pick out all our flaws.
And I will not listen, you have viscous visions
Malicious conditions that can't be met
I bring it on myself, a hard sell
sometimes taps turn themselves on and must be checked.

Another empty house, another empty yard
That's where the dogs got out, clamped their jaws down so hard
We couldn't pull them apart.
They wouldn't listen they had vicious visions
Their hearts were malicious and must be fed.
I'm living in this hell, can't you tell
sometimes taps turn themselves
on and must be checked? They must be checked!

Turn on the light, turn off the light, let the room go dark
Turn on the light, five or seven times.
Why don't you believe in me? Some say you don't believe in anything anymore.

They're sticking needles in her back.
lying on the table, breathe in, gasp.
She's saying please release me.
"Oh god now please release me."
They're taking hits in the back of the bar,
lying on the pavement watching cars.
Some people say these streets are rough...
Some say times are tough!
Comparing track marks on their arms,
sometimes drugs do more good than harm,
but her hairline is receding
from stress and lack of eating.
They're in the back room paying cash,
the kids in his playpen eating glass.
We thought their child was teething,
Oh good god his gums are bleeding.

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from Play Through The Pain, Sing Through The Strain, released November 26, 2015

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Nathan (Guitar)
Richard (Bass)
Kyle (Drums)

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