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what they eat don't make us shit (demo 2011)

by Real Talk

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let your hair hang low, Sor Juana let them see you for the queen that you are when the mother of words is being tossed to the birds all the sobbing in Juarez won't do shit for that scar between the half-assed apologies from disposable dads and the man-made hex upon the fairer sex given birth within fashions and fads we never once bat an eyelash just quietly mumble "it's sad" while suppressing our rage. why don't you ask Haley Paige about good girls gone bad? let your skirts fly high, hermanas who gives a damn what is said? while reclaiming the night just remember the plight of those cuerpos muertos who've bled they're dead remember: we're nothing without them
2.
they're dropping the bombs say goodbye to your moms annihilation inevitable, annihilation inevitable nuclear summer i know it's a bummer so don't drop the ball with an outfit regrettable close your eyes man, it's gonna hurt you've got armageddon t-shirt the concept of fashion buried dead in the dirt i've got armageddon t-shirt comfortable living in crumbling ruins beyond the long-dead grasp of cultural influence just as long as it fits even caked in toxic shit while the rest of these slobs start to cook stubborn survival, always a good look close your eyes leave the criticism to the mutants and jerks we've got armageddon t-shirts
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take a pill, have a thrill don't forget to write your will eating fungus, beasts among us beware the stares that night has brung us bungle in the jungle accidental death psilocybin visions ravaged by savage breath lions, tigers, bears, oh shit nothing's sticking to the script pupils dilate, vomit, sick panic, clutching sharpened stick this can't be fucking happening, man this isn't happening yes it is wife and kids never see them after this now it's through but nothing new the stains in the grass used to be you
4.
maybe you've obtained the cosmos or maybe you're just young and sick maybe you've advanced beyond me and maybe i don't give a shit i ain't got the time for time maybe god is in your handshake and maybe he don't know you're high but maybes are just maybes and if maybes ain't then maybes lied i ain't got the time for time i can't wait to break my mind i don't beleve in anything i believe in everything everything that's happening could be explained as anything
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trembling & shaking the loss of control numbness & tingling the loss of control chest pain, discomfort the loss of control shortness of breathing the loss of control sudden onset of apprehension increasing discomfort, forgetting to breath feels like i'm choking, the vascoconstriction and derealization you would not believe total invasion of these abberations creating sensations of nauseas disgust what the fuck?
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i'm afraid i must apologize for this sudden act of blood it seems that shattered mirrors don't do one damned bit of good i do appreciate your taste and the way you wait for me but i'll leave a path of dyed grey rats as i exit through your door unholy thoughts keep windows locked ready or not phantom der nacht

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2011 Demo. Recorded by Casey Martin at the Bike Lot in Richmond, Virginia.

Real Talk is:
-Cole Hutchison - Vocals
-Kevin Broaderick - Drums
-Joe Hunt - Guitar
-Graham Scala - Bass

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released February 3, 2011

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