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Dis is song about some dang thick ass air or somethin yall, ok man spit |
CD: Freak of Normalcy (1999)
Label: Entropy Records
Credits: Jeremiah Hapsburg: guitars, bass, vocals, drum robot |
Story Behind the Song
one of the first songs i wrote on my 880.. this song sounds pretty industrialized on accident thanks to cheap-effects BOSS DR-660.
Lyrics
I reach out to the thick air
And I capture the only known reaction
Caught in the truth I can't remember my name
Of my own creation
Then let me meet the eyes.
Sick. I am not but why can't others relate?
I can't force them or lead them to the chain
I need to last out the middle man, so let me fall out in to the arms that are willing to catch me
In my victory of self-mutilation, in all those codes of deprevation
Sometimes you need to be alone, ok, I understand. But when you constantly ramble about nothing at all, I look at you and I say to myself...what I say to myself
Sometimes I need to be alone, ok, you understand. But when I constantly ramble about nothing at all, you look at me, and you say to yourself...what I say to myself
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