Industrial Cassette

Baby your breath, it's sick and smells of death
How many of your cigarettes do you have left
Measure your months in ticking clocks and pay days
Measure your hours, through cigarettes and ashtrays

Oh, oh, oh, makes it feel like
Oh, oh, oh, makes it feel like
Oh, oh, oh, makes it feel like
Home

Your silhouette, all lit up by your cigarette
Sing out your threat, yea sing it like a string quartet
Spew out your song
Industrial Cassette
Born to consume, consume that cigarette

Oh, oh, oh, makes it feel like
Oh, oh, oh, makes it feel like
Oh, oh, oh, makes it feel like
Home



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Lucas
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