The Skinny

from by BONE DANCE

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beg your soul to come back
you smoked up all of your conscience
picking your skin, exhausting your being
chewing your fingers raw
the mark of the dissenter
you smoked your mother's dreams
the mark of the dissenter
the plague of the black lung ghosts
ride the light-bulb
consume every thing
regret regret regret regret
regress
regret
regress
regret
regress
regret
regress
regret

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from Bone Dance, released October 6, 2012

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Utter, desert-driven nihilism.

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