Between Death & Taxes

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where’s our acid
where is our free love
between death & taxes
all we get is fucked

I’d rather grind the axe than bury it
in fields of blood and bone
waiting for it to bloom
a storm of shit and fires barely lit
to clear the streets
we roam naked to fill a room

pointless circles sing
“close off, close off”
tear these clothes off

we hide and we seek, reveal and retreat
create a distraction, retrieve a reaction

we run the ride, we run and hide

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from Night Years, released October 28, 2014

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