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Well here we are, adrift again. I can taste the spit in the oxygen. The pilot’s long forgotten that he ought to fear the awful, trembling hand of God. And I hope that this plane goes down, so I can see who comes to mind. Well I can crack a smile, and I’m alright. I’m just so tired of feeling tired. A cockroach floating dead in a cocktail, sedated in a cherry underworld. Thoughts are leaking out a dry and gaping mouth. And I hope that this plane goes down, so I can see who comes to mind. And I hope that this plane goes down so I can see you one last time… and dream away.

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from Chrome Neon Jesus, released March 9, 2018

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STILL LOVE // august 4 // @epitaphrecords // north american tour 9.5 > 10.8

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