song lyrics from the callous daoboys posted at pseudorandom intervals (approx. 8 times/day)
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and no rush of blood was enough
you never think that you're dead, until you fall into a routine
torch the whole damn thing
you're in his bed, but your body needs my hologram
"pretending to do man things, pussy"
ear pressed to the frostbit glass
(and how is the steak tartare tonight?)
the vultures circled the salvation army
ludicrous to think
no movement in your feet
we could get the band back together
and i hope to god you can't swim
and they're keeping us bored...
no one will muzzle you like i will with my own bare hands
and you call me at midnight
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