"Liquid Lunch" genre: Experimental/Post Rock
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	CD: Levitator Credits: Written by Nick Nunziata and Steve Murphy
	Lyrics LIQUID LUNCH Dischord is what's going on inside, dog eared and tattered Innocence is broken down and cold, a fossil fuel Why try to save it when it's no longer alive breathes in wet breaths, afraid to lie but not afraid to die Nice and abrasive, punish me clean find the pain and bury it deep heightened senses through clenched teeth Open your eyes and chest Let me inside of you Paper bag contains our liquid lunch We feed on it, it feeds on us We're sinning and it's wonderful It's the new frontier Nice and abrasive, punish me clean find the pain and bury it deep heightened senses through clenched teeth Drained silhouettes in a tight space, the alleyway consumes us all the glint of knife blade flashes and synapses spring to full We don't understand it, we don't need to Wet pavement feels like a coffin, the moon guides us all home a quick glance from the pavement and synapses, they spring to full Gotta rinse out the blood and spittle, got to snap the joints in place Give a hand to the beaten and battered before damaging your face We don't understand it, we don't need to Hemmoraging in the back seat with the last poet iconoclast feed off his imagination, bleed out and make it last Gotta stifle a leak in the cortex, got to wipe the memory clean Let free the words trapped in throats and deliver all the dreams We don't understand it, we don't need to Drums, Guitar: Murphy Vocals, keys: Nunziata

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