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This is the second track from our home made EP. We hope you like it. Our Facebook: Artwork by Oliver McDonald-Brown Lyrics: We make oaths up to a god we don't believe in Make a choice to forge a life around a crumbling foundation Every day when we wake up, assume the family position Have a child and let it eat you from the inside, from the inside I take your hand in mine, you turn the lights out Your eyes are graves to me Your eyes are graves to me Your eyes are graves to me And I'm falling in Empty plates and tired mouths surround the table What we were, is just a myth, a stupid joke, another fable Tying knots, just to break them in a violent display of how we know That we've been fooled by what we thought, was something real Something real I take your hands in mine, you turn the lights out Your eyes are graves to me Your eyes are graves to me Your eyes are graves to me And I'm falling in I can't bear to say your name or even glance in your direction Al
