Words And Music

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  • Hideous physical version of Nomenclature Fever LP in 100.8g compact disc digipak and limited-edition "Our Band Could Be Your Afterlife" t-shirt (in black or maroon).

    Includes unlimited streaming of Nomenclature Fever via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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lyrics

Shaved and fed our daily bread. We're stained dark red by tainted pens. And all this bliss is emptiness. We've all got that. It's this we miss: a common cold, an open fist, a stronger hold on stiffer lips. But I'm not the one you think i am.

Pack my heart in black... Don't start. It's tactless art to hack apart the cautious way we cross our day. This loss, that gain, this soft refrain: I've come to kiss togetherness. We've all got heart; it's soul we miss. A common cold, an open fist, a stronger hold on stiffer lips. But I'm not the one you think I am, because I can rejoice. I think i can.

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from Nomenclature Fever, released June 12, 2012

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