Times Infinity
from Survival by Teethmarks
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lyrics
Look at the mess you’ve made, lurching forward, clinging to your glory days.
Clutching your faith in fear while your promises disappear. We are a love that fades. We are a job that pays. We are irrational age. We are numbers on a page. We’ve got the putrid reek of unattainable dreams. You are disgusting. You’ve ruined everything. This is not the way it had been. No hope for the daydreaming kids. A crumbling figurehead. The walking dead. Buried our love in the sullen sky and rolled our eyes. This ain’t no way to live, but it’s all we’ve got. Resting our heads on a burning bed, a life left to rot. Into a desperate future, into the rolling tide. A death rattle in an empty room. A last gasp. Goodbye. Praise be to the digital void. Overworked and barely employed. Dull the knife and dig it in deep. We’re all so unique, we could cry. Just roll your eyes.
Clutching your faith in fear while your promises disappear. We are a love that fades. We are a job that pays. We are irrational age. We are numbers on a page. We’ve got the putrid reek of unattainable dreams. You are disgusting. You’ve ruined everything. This is not the way it had been. No hope for the daydreaming kids. A crumbling figurehead. The walking dead. Buried our love in the sullen sky and rolled our eyes. This ain’t no way to live, but it’s all we’ve got. Resting our heads on a burning bed, a life left to rot. Into a desperate future, into the rolling tide. A death rattle in an empty room. A last gasp. Goodbye. Praise be to the digital void. Overworked and barely employed. Dull the knife and dig it in deep. We’re all so unique, we could cry. Just roll your eyes.
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from Survival,
released November 25, 2014
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No List Records Winnipeg, Manitoba
Loud rock.
2024 marks 30 years since our first release. Cell Press and Moon Pussy on the dock. Elephant Rifle and Shallow ND Tribute sets still available.
kill me now.
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