We Haven’t Found a Cure, by Loneliness is condescending
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divulge the arcanum enshrouded underneath your lying eye
remember this insignificant sound
its playing out your concealed meditations
on and on we'll play this by
imagine how it be if all these people knew the tune
on and on we'll play this by
deleting all the words we choose to say
as simple as it gets
so go on humming
go on singing
you are evil |
| Posted: 2005-11-02 04:51:40 UTC |
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| 2006-10-06 05:13:19 | lost the lonely dead |
| halfway hummors me as it starts out like many others and then the last line is like a kick in the shins nice work |