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M​ö​bius Stripper

from EP by The Know Nothings

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The same song and dance
Two stepping along the seams
Between reality and petty dreams
This fragile bridge I’ve made
Waltz across my acid means

That bitter crawl
A taste I meet with a smile
So charmed with defeat
Can’t bare looking away
It’s a handshake from a murderer
The smirk of oblivion
Can’t be here with visions clear

This high horse has died
But I’ll continually beat it
So proud, So resentful
So deprecating

If I took off my head
I would walk around like I was still alive
Slaving my grind, tightening binds
I’d make my bed
But not to sleep in it, no not to dream
That much remains

As the old adage goes
Old habits die hard
Well I am the habit

Habitual creatures
Find solace in ruined ground
Shallow roots hold
But to what extent?
These vices mean nothing
I smile back at oblivion
I never claimed to be a saint

Recognition doesn’t mean victory
I continually beat it
So sad, so shamed
So eviscerating

If I took off my head
Would I let go of hell? Would I?
The crutch is far from kicked
I am the habit

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from EP, released April 1, 2013

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The Know Nothings Santa Rosa, California

Northern California Alternative Hardcore.

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