Jawbox FF=66

16 August 2010
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(He invites the storm.
He lives by instinct,
With fears that are not fears,
But prickles of ecstacy.)

This code is cracked
I don't expect whatever I spat out to stick
Awash in the signs, sick from the lack

Spliced in, spliced in
Second-hand words and screen for skin
Forcing out sounds, facing outside again

Reified and refined, blurring every line
Just want a way not to be what gets sold to me

FF=66 explains you're sick
Spins on the axis od promise and lick lack luck
Reveals all tricks

Reified and refined, blurring every line
Just want a way not to be what gets sold to me

FF=66, FF=66
Six, six feet deep in the irony
You'll see the light, it's getting bigger

Thank you firehazard75 for submitting this lyric.