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It Dies Today
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The Bacchanal Affair
Lyricist:Nicholas Brooks, Christopher Cappelli, Michael Hatalak, Steven Lemke, Nicholas Mirusso
Tonight, we're drunk upon our nostalgia So raise a glass to the black maria Through laughter seems to soothe the pain Of adoring what I violate
I'm sick to death by the irony And all the lies that we create When we're feigning every red letter day
The chemicals aid in our neglect, feigning all of adoration Destined it seems for this disease, becoming all I loathed Feigning all our adoration
Dissembling passion, our foreplay to debauchery A perfume of zinfandel and coffin nails Intoxicates, fair Judas goat, now you've got your sheep
I'm sick to death by the irony And all the lies that we create Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com When we're feigning every red letter day.
The chemicals aid in our neglect, feigning all of adoration Destined it seems for this disease, becoming all I loathed Feigning all our adoration
Track marks and a trail of hearts will guide you home There is a bleak horizon everywhere I roam Track marks and a trail of hearts will guide you home There is a bleak horizon everywhere I roam
The chemicals aid in our neglect, feigning all of adoration Destined it seems for this disease, becoming all I loathed Feigning all our adoration
Track marks and a trail of hearts will guide you home There is a bleak horizon everywhere I roam Track marks and a trail of hearts will guide you home There is a bleak horizon everywhere I roam
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