FORMER THIEVES LYRICS
Sell your hate for things of value.
Spitting your teeth at the sun.
We have discovered the feeling
and are going to wring its neck.
By god I can see the moon
and I am shaking in my boots.
This is why I board up the door
and wait for the wave to cave it in.
Selling out our friend’s usual fashions.
Marking the end.
I’m grasping for air and looking to you.
Cheap and disfigured means dead to the world.
Always savor the little things.
History will swallow you.
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