shaking off the night before
before tomorrow,
shows its face, Im sure
the sweat soaked air
overwhelming proof
that sense and judgement
walked out the door
holding on to the ergency
to exploit the night,
till the morning comes
in hopes to wash us clean
a hint, at what we've become
we thrive in the hours where ass holes
and last calls collide
where sin give into desires
just more inspire
(Chorus)
We hide, where the temptation
resides
Those's eyes, and the evil they
imply
Our minds and the intentions that lie
behind
Don't pay no mind, on till the morning
brings the light
These walls cant
speak or resound
they cant reveial what they've found
what would they think of us now
flesh,but in sense,
much more consuming
Left, to our own devices
so where losing
ourselves, in ourselves
with your lips on my breath
and your head pressed against my chest
In my defense,
i was raised a gentlemen
born into the character ,
and ill die a sentiment
swear im a gentalmen
and ill die defending’em
credits
from Last Calls & Assholes EP,
released June 24, 2014
Music by J. McGowan, M. Sienko, D. Hetu, F. Snyder
Lyrics by P. Pilkington
Recorded at The Bears Den in Attleboro, MA
Mixed and Mastered by Jay DeLuca
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