Story Behind the Song
i guess in the end, this song comes down to being about how we are sick of the people we know, and even the people we dont, i guess. song was written and recorded all in one day at the studio.
Lyrics
sacrifices are made, you dont remember your friends' names unless you really concentrate. isnt this so is the way enemies are made and memories evaporate. it slips, black pants, black shirt, mapmakers haircut and stockbroker's sweat suit off make your future look dim. so give me one good reason to stop lying, i'll stop dividing i'll feel you, fingers and exhales. we want to be only the things you want us to be. we want machines only to be the things we dont trust. sitting here swallowing radio signals, sitting here following life so forgotten,
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