lyrics
i can't speak with my mouth
stop rewind, stop rewind; everyday the same
clouding our senses as we lay here
dreams are cyanide filled and left with a frown
each day the same, no new words to follow
my friend, my brother
yesterday is today; and today is tomorrow
my friend, my brother
you sleep right here, you dream for too long
repeat; make this your routine
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Demo,
released January 20, 2010
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