| Every Friday at three
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| Shadows escape from the factory
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| If you can go to the show
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| Hurry up and get back to me
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| Tonight we meet underground
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| Where the air is thick like mud
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| And the bands make noise
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| That we call audio blood
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| Every weekend we’re igniting
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| Like chemical fires
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| Youth centers fill with teens
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| They fill with vampires
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| Sweating in the dark we’re freed
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| As the weight of the week
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| Falls away with a thud
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| Sweating in the dark we feed
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| On the forms in the light;
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| On the floor we’re the flood
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| We bleed, we bleed, we bleed
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| Audio blood
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| And all through the week
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| Whispers follow the shadows down the halls
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| Our handstamps fade
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| And I cringe at the stupid names we’re called
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| Every weekend we are massing
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| Seeking sonic escape
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| The shadows flood the floor
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| And start to take shape
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| Sweating in the dark we’re freed
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| As the weight of the week
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| Falls away with a thud
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| Sweating in the dark we feed
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| On the forms in the light;
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| On the floor we’re the flood
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| We bleed, we bleed, we bleed
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| Audio blood
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| This is how we bleed in audio…
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| Let down your skin
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| Let the wind blow though your veins
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| This is how we bleed in audio…
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| Sweating in the dark we’re freed
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| As the weight of the week
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| Falls away with a thud
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| Sweating in the dark we feed
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| On the forms in the light;
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| On the floor we’re the flood
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| We bleed, we bleed, we bleed…
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| Audio blood
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| Audio blood
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| This is how we bleed in audio… |