Cut Moon Bleeds - Live at Brasstacks Brewing

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Yes!
This is is the best thing that I've ever done
Standing staring at the Sun
Fucking fire on my skin
And no one listening, but
This is the best thing that I've ever done
So comes a man who likes to believe
My cultural mine is a bank machine
He sounds like fingers down my throat
Like lifetime antidote
So I paraphrase what Hannah says about a sacred place
'Cause I remember having everything
Was like nothing to me
Nothing to me
And I remember my tears on a silver string
As a cut moon bleeds
A cut moon bleeds
This is the last time that I dig a grave
While you preach "It's too late, white whale"
I might have blown it up a bit
But silence is a bomb, and you know it
so take your bullshit away from here
'Cause I remember having everything
Was like nothing to me
Nothing to me
And I remember my tears on a silver string
As a cut moon bleeds
A cut moon bleeds
'Cause I remember having everything
Was like nothing to me
Nothing to me
And I remember my tears on a silver string
As a cut moon bleeds
A cut moon bleeds

This is the best thing that you've ever heard
Just listen to these four Schöenberg nerds
One for my intravenous crowd
And for the clown connected all the time
Like a spine through every piece of sound
Mate Ka Moris Ukun Rasik An
So I won't stay here anymore
White whale opening the door
Everything comes, everything goes
But not this axiom
That I remember having everything
Was like nothing to me
Nothing to me
And I remember my tears on a silver string
As a cut moon bleeds
A cut moon bleeds
Yes I remember everything
Was like nothing to me
Nothing to me
And I found my tears on a silver string
As a cut moon bleeds
A cut moon bleeds
Cut moon bleeds
A cut moon bleeds
Cut moon bleeds
A cut moon bleeds
Cut moon bleeds
A cut moon bleeds
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