This Charade Has Lasted Well Past The Curtain's Call letra

It's curtains for universality, the applause has faded away, and with that damp musty smell, we're left staring at days, hours, weeks, of irreductible silence stale.
The record skips repeating itself again. Broken. The record skips... it's sunday afternoon and we're left with the wind blowing through the cancer-ridden heart of this ghost town.
The parade's over, everyone's gone home.
The record skips, the record skips, the record skips.

Love Like Electrocution - Letras

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• The Truth Of The Matter Is I Am Satan And On The Guitars We Have The Devils
• The Truth Of The Matter Is That I Am Satan And On Guitars We Have The Devils. This Is Devil Music.
• This Charade Has Lasted Well Past The Curtain's Call
• Tips For Avoiding The Clap: 1. I Wouldn't Piss On A Scorpion If It Was On Fire.
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• We've Built Our Tombs And Now We're Sleeping In Them
• With Horses In Her Eyes, She Spat Like A Wildcat
• With Horses In Her Eyes, She Spat Like a Wildcat