when the smaller picture's the same as the bigger picture

you know that you're fucked. ​

 

when you're trading paper cuts for splinters you're out of luck
like sharks don't sleep and I don't keep my eyes off you
the architecture's **** and my cheeks are all ruddy and bruised
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And it hurts as hard as a blow to the head
or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest
And sweet dreams sweet cheeks
oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow
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All these mercy killings have got my conscience spinning over (taking advantage)
And the buildings or neighborhood is lacking in soul character (Psychology montage)
We're burning five story buildings laying man traps at the fire exits
Playing feedback over tan oi systems

 

... way to get the lyrics wrong. xD

all these mercy killings have got my conscience spilling over
and the buildings ornate but it's lacking in soul and character
we're burning five story buildings laying man traps at the fire exits
playing feedback over tannoy systems
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...at least i tried

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