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26 cars, 49 dead - rebuilt boys lyrics

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f*ck all the fake hands
you blisters on the street
this is the music
this is what i speak

i’ll keep the screws in place for now
tell the doctors to wait outside
i’ll find some meaning, no matter how demeaning
it’s all i’ve got

all you get is a new misery
in typical fashion
all you get is a new misery
a strategy oblique

tear past the bandage work
nothing ornate and neat

in an orgy of incompetence
find decadence in your squalor

snuff the light
from haemorrhaged machines
it’s all become too much
(touch me, i’m sick)
i’m so diseased
the three clock faces on the wall have started staring at me
a clever k!ll
married to yourself
every word is spelt backwards
f*ck animosity
f*ck your desperate city
i’m sure she’d crawl on broken glass for me

please if you must
please just tell me first
if you insist on k!lling me
make sure i’m in the he*rs*

oh god, please
medic!
medic!

- rebuilt boys lyrics

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