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Fantasy Statues
02:04
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I want our stone hands to curl― our lips to turn to flesh,
Beyond voices on a telephone― bringing blood into this mess.
Idols of love can breathe and leave the altar.
Sometimes acolytes tremble and falter.
The blood in my veins washes out the concept,
With the pulse in your neck, I could drown in your depth;
Did desire steer me well?
This hot summer can quickly turn to hell.
I'll burn for you― a gift at your shrine,
But turning to ash can't make you mine;
The nihilism we must embrace to feel our bodies―
How far can passion go before becoming disease?
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Polish Hill
02:38
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Near the reservoir, we lied in the grass
Holding each other
Like death row inmates hold their last meal,
Our tired bodies draped over each other,
As this could be the last time.
I set myself on fire for you
In the city of brotherly love,
Knowing that love is in middle American hell.
If you can give me a little strength,
We don't have to hang ourselves from the steel frames―
I broke a sweat in the heat of our hell.
We'll leave Polish Hill full of songs of pain
And learn that passion and suffering are one in the same.
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Time's not on Our Side
04:55
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A smooth transition
For a better life,
To cut off the frustration
Without a knife.
So, we wait in faith
That "time heals all",
That change comes with a lubricant,
Explosive violence will touch us all.
Fear the violence―
Time's not on our side.
Feel the violence―
Time's not on our side.
We grease the machine
In hopes it'll change its task,
Enabling the usual―
To accept the results that it cast.
Satisfied in slavery
To a device that we control;
Masters of their own destiny
Toil to forfeit such a role.
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Haldol Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Current members:
Aaron M- drums
Geoff S- guitar, vocals
Andrew C-
bass
Past members:
Tiff Cheng
Matt Martin
Joey Cantrell
Ryan Saito
Trey Stallings
Sean Flint
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