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Nobody Asked For This
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It's a flicker, a flicker, a tiny little flicker
Crawling cross the screen, quickly building up steam
Till the landscape is glowing and burning
And turning into something nobody wants to see
But they're seen it, consumed it, digested it raw
It's churning in their tummies, try to drown it out with gummies
But it can't be erased and it can't be faced
So we pretend, pretend, pretend it doesn't exist
Bang your hands hard against your head
Are you more alive than dead?
Nobody asked for this, nobody asked for this
Dig your head deep into sand
It’s not hard to understand
Nobody asked for this, nobody asked for this
The missives, the missives are crawling around
But they’re too thin to grasp so they fall on the ground
And shatter to pieces that catch in the creases
No one will pick them up cuz they don’t give a fuck
Got a case of the shrugs all thanks to the drugs
My cares off on a ride, my fears washed to the side
But they don’t go away–they’re simply on mute today
And at just the wrong moment, at just the wrong place
They’ll explode in my face
Scream your lungs out this is all absurd
Doesn’t matter if it’s heard
Nobody asked for this, nobody asked for this
But it's what they're gonna get
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Libel Brooklyn, New York
Proud purveyors of unpopular music. Post-punk, post-hardcore, dark wave, synth pop, or whatever else is fashionable these
days.
"[W]hat's uncommon is how [Gavin Dunaway] can shred/skronk/groove on the elektric geetar, though these days his ax-weilding shares equal space with electronic textures that span from abrasive to atmospheric” – The Deli
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