lyrics
pass the compass or pass me out
what's the purpose. there's no purpose
i've been trying to pick apart the words
but you would rather shut me up instead
all of the gifts we've been blessed with are cursed
so i gave them all away
i was an orphan. i cried at the top of my lungs
where the fuck were you then
tell me things i don't want to hear
one thing i know for sure
i would rather raise my voice than lose it in a crowd
with open head pressed against wet pavement
let's play crack the skull. i don't care
until i suck the soft from your skin
or forecast the weather from your chapped lips
i swear i won't know how to make it out alive
and for this occasion i propose a toast
clap your hands to keep your ears out of my words
clap your hands. don't make a sound
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haet us,
track released December 29, 2011
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