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"Tonight I'll have a look And try to find my face again Buried beneath this house My spirit screams and dies again Out back a monster wears a cloak of Persian leather Behind the TV screen I've fallen to my knees I said you got me where you want me again And I can't turn away I'm hanging by thread and I'm feelin' like a fool I'm stuck here in-between The shadows of my yesterday I want to get away I need to get away Blanket of silence Makes me want to sink my teeth in deep Burn all the evidence A fabricated disbelief Pull back the curtains Took a look into your eyes My tongue has now become A platform for your lies I said

By: The Black Angels http://www.theblackangels.com/ Perhaps the most cerebrally dense, mind-bludgeoningly relevant modern music I've heard. It's a crime not to pass it along. "Young Men Dead" Fire for the hills pick up your feet and lets go. Head for the hills pick up steel on your way. And when you find a piece of them in your side, Fire at will, don't you waste no time. Another thought of the unaware, addiction in disguise. With a drop of blood, you will take them out, for me. Fire from the hills pick up speed and lets go. Fire for real, yeah shoot to kill with no aim. Head for the hills yes eyes on the camp fire glow. Creep up