"Max" genre: Grunge
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	Dedicated and written for Max Rose who took his life in May of 2002.
	CD: Shells   Label: N/A Credits: Recorded a Revolution Studios
	Story Behind the Song The song is about walking into the room where Max to his life. The room smelled like blood mixed with soap. We hope he can hear this song playing in the spirit world. Lyrics You only care about yourself. What is this place. That bloody surgeon smell. It's in my veins. Washing up this mechanical wound. Bringing in the sage. Smoke to clear this room. To hold this place. Won't you help me. Feeling tired. Broken bottles beads and shells. Beneath this open floor. Can we seal this, Seep'n spires. Broken bottles beads and shells. Beneath this killing floor. So your worried that your not liked. What's the price to pay. Life will carry on, Can't say the same. So you want me to lift you up, To hold you in the grave. Pettles on my breath, To break this hate. Won't you help me. Feeling tired. Broken bottles beads and shells. Beneath this open floor. Can we seal this, Seep'n spires. Broken bottles beads and shells. Beneath this killing floor. Can you feel this. Can you feel this. Can you feel this. Can you feel this. Can you feel this. Can you feel this. Can you feel this. Can you feel this.

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