American Standards
American Standards - The Complex Death Machine lyrics
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Our fears are razor thin but always seem enough They cut right through the skin and settle setting rust We'll carry this weight Carry this weight Carry it to the grave Carry this weight And as the cockroaches crawl from their holes They survived, intact but alone Breathe in the heartache of living a life in regret It's a crime We laugh and dance on open graves As the nails rain down It's like pulling teeth Grounded by our roots And riddled with disease I've got to find something that damn kids believe We here aren't very long No time in wondering where we all belong I can't relate I can't relate at all We laugh and dance on open graves As the nails rain down We've become smokestacks of men Polluting the earth with our material filth The wreckage lining our bones And our tongues bitter from the taste of failure But at the first site of that sun We need to come out of the darkness and step into the light Oh I know the house has its money on death But living has a nice stride So I'll play the odds