Throats of the Young

from by Dead Tropics

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lyrics

Breathe, suck it in.
Steal, take it back.
No one ever wants to stay the same.
No one ever wants to admit it.

That the dream is dying.
Without hope the ceiling is lowered, its punctured, we're on pins and needles.
Will I raise the bar, will I start the car and roll. Cause I lived and died a thousand deaths for you.

Take me home, wash my hands, make me young, help me sing again.

Life, not worth living. Choke the throats of the young. Explain to them there is nothing left to say. Cause no one ever wants to be different.

The dream is dying, without love the ceiling is lowered, its punctured, we're on pins and needles.

Will I raise the bar? Will I start the car and roll? Cause I've lived and died a thousand deaths for you.

Take me home, give me strength, wash my hands, make me young, give me strength, help me sing again.

We're breathing.

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from Dead Tropics​/​Hair Puller Split, released June 23, 2017

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