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Face Down
02:47
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Wanna dance
Why don't you wanna dance
Why don't you wanna dance
Why don't you wanna dance....with me
Wanna dance
Why don't you wanna dance
Why don't you wanna dance
Why don't you wanna dance....with me
Wanna dance
Why don't you wanna dance
Why don't you wanna dance
Why don't you wanna dance....with me
Face down on the ground
Every bodies looking around
sayin whoa whoa
Face down on the ground
Every bodies looking around
sayin whoa whoa
x2
Wanna dance
Why don't you wanna dance
Why don't you wanna dance
Why don't you wanna dance....with me
X2
Face down on the ground
Every bodies looking around
sayin whoa whoa
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2. |
Grave Condition
03:30
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The waves of hate are coming down
There's nothing left, there's no one around
You've spooked the daylight from your eyes
There's no one left to feed on your cries
Right inside your grave condition
It’s your lack of a straight omission
It's life, when its drags you down
Into the memories of this dead end town
When you wake up dead
Whoa oh oh oh
and you're feeling bad
Whoa oh oh oh
Shes bludgeoned your heart
Whoa oh oh oh
and your gonna crash
When the alcohol is all you have
There's no better feeling, than being sad
When cigarettes open up the doors
But you cannot breathe because the air is poor
Right inside your grave condition
It’s your lack of a straight omission
It's life, when its drags you down
Into the memories of this dead end town
When you wake up dead
Whoa oh oh oh
and you're feeling bad
Whoa oh oh oh
She's bludgeoned your heart
Whoa oh oh oh
and you're gonna crash
The waves of hate are coming down
There nothing left, there's no one around
You've spooked the daylight from your eyes
There's no one left to feed on your cries
When the alcohol is all you have
There's no better feeling, than being sad
When cigarettes open up the doors
But you cannot breathe because the air is poor
x2
Right inside your grave condition
It’s your lack of a straight omission
It's life, when its drags you down
Into the memories of this dead end town
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3. |
Panic Attack
02:44
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of thoughts that bother me
Just waiting for the bottom to drop
Into eternity
The shave of the winter season
it's upon my grips
I can only be sure for me
to trip over my own foot steps
Too see
It's the only thing
That I can keep a hold off
right close to me
Is pain
The only things that real
The self destruction comes with the package
from birth till the grieving day
Going to the floor
The cold cold floor
Many ghosts have wandered down
these brightly lit corridors
Heartless and shouting
The stations sick and old
I'm glary eyed
and I'm gonna die
If I don't find a angel to hold
It’s the part
of a wide suppression
I'm ready to take a turn
into wild aggression
You’ll see all the disappointment
Inside your eyes
The peace is within your reach
But the worlds too fucked up to realize
x2
Too see
It's the only thing
That I can keep a hold off
right close to me
Is pain
The only things that real
The self destruction comes with the package
from birth till the grieving day
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The Bipolar Transmission Chicago, Illinois
The Bipolar Transmission consists of a series of one or more human performers connected to a line of amplification that of which creates a wall of electric guitars and percussion all forming into music. Inspired by mid to late 20th century punk and garage types of rock'n'roll, gothic and death rock, new and dark wave along with visual artists influenced by electronics, lightness and darkness. ... more
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