The Mother of Oil
de Be Under Arms
it's been twenty thousand days since the best ones hotels, plastic sheets, tasteless food, dialysis machines, the telephone hasn't rung since april.
staring windows.
ballroom jokes, resperators, kidney stones.
neon skies open up three saturdays a month.
the air in uptown swells.
the windowpanes can go to hell slow summer walking through a bad neighborhood toothless smiles renew ventricles.
the radio is live the listeners have found their reason.
the phone hasn't rung since april.
the music turns alone into home
Más canciones de Be Under Arms
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A Doom for All
Darkness Behind The Wall
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Armed & Defenseless
Doomed To Life
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God That You Deserved
Darkness Behind The Wall
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Hellish Prayer
Darkness Behind The Wall
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Intro
Darkness Behind The Wall
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Just Reflection
Darkness Behind The Wall
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Leaving into Oblivion
Darkness Behind The Wall
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March of the Iron Hearts
Doomed To Life
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My Commander
Darkness Behind The Wall
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New Order
Evil Tales Of The Northern Country
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Panem Et Circenses
Let shots be your music
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Save My Rage
Let shots be your music
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The Blood Oath
The Blood Oath
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The Cleaver
Darkness Behind The Wall
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The Path of Pain
Darkness Behind The Wall
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The Pulse of Violence
Darkness Behind The Wall
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The Untouchables
Red Wave is Coming
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To Rise from the Ashes
Doomed To Life
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Wanderer's Song
Let shots be your music