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the new album So What? out now Lyrics I DON'T NEED TO FEEL LIKE I CAN'T DO THIS ALL ON MY OWN. WELCOME TO THE GUILTY PARTY. THIS'LL BE THE LAST TIME THAT YOU SEE US PLAYING DEAD. WE'RE ALL SO MALIGNANT, BITTER & TWISTED. IT'S JUST ANOTHER BLAME-GAME WHILE YOU CRY FOR HELP, GOOD GRIEF LET GO. DEFEATIST, YOU LET YOUR DEMONS HOLD YOU. UNFORSAKEN, LIKE GETTING BLOOD FROM A STONE. YOU TRY TO SHAKE THEM BUT THEY WON'T LET YOU GO AND WE DON'T HAVE THE TIME TO STOP AND LOOK AT ALL WE DESTROYED. WITH AN IDLE MIND IN A REAL LIFE, IT'S EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF IF WE'RE GONNA SURVIVE AND WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT THIS TIME, THIS TIME THERE'S GONNA BE A RIOT. ONE NAIL, OUTS THE OTHER. WE SHED OUR SKIN AS WE TRY TO RECOVER. YOUR EYES SHINE THE SUN, YOUR SKIN BLOWS THE WIND. YOUR EYES, I DON'T NEED TO FEEL LIKE I CAN'T DO THIS ALL ON MY OWN. NO HEROINE, NO REDEEMER. LIFE'S ANAESTHETIC IS SLEEP. WELCOME TO THE GUILTY PARTY. EVERYTHING YOU'VE DONE, YOU'VE UNDONE WITH THIS. SHUT UP. YOUR EYES SHINE THE SUN, YOUR SKIN BLOWS THE WIND. YOUR EYES, I DON'T NEED TO FEEL LIKE I CAN'T DO THIS ALL ON MY OWN. Directed by Tom Welsh & Taylor Fawcett Cinematography by Tom Welsh
