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who made this mess

we once called home?

sins of the flesh

are not sinned alone

invite the "our sinist"

for incendiary fun

where there's smoke, there are cigarettes

and blindfolds and guns

the house was on fire

as the victims screamed

while her hands were tied

as he barely breathed

we had it all

that's what they'll say

we did not sieze

we stole the day

now there we are

punk rock cliches

we knew the risks

we played the game

we our own rules

we fanned the flames

punk rock cliches

her lies success-

ful as a lie can be

those who need to blur the truth

believe lies set you free

enter the arsonist

when the fire began

trust can burn like the hindenburg

and one gasoline can

we had it all

gave it away

the peruvincent price

we have to pay

when we licked clean the silver tray

why did our home burn down so fast?

castles of stone are supposed to last

why can't i get passed through the past?

we knew the odds

we placed the bets

if you play the domme-con

there's no regret

in punk rock roulette

cuz when i watched

it all crumble away

i realized the walls we built

were just paper mache

how punk rock cliche