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Chernobyl

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Written by Todd Fogarty, a member of the Skum Shine family. I've been playing the song with the folk-punk band for over a year since. One Punch Man AMV: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=00MYtLsni9Q Vlogmas: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MTZCQqUZRbI Lyrics: I need a remote for my life Brand new batteries So I can skip the scenes Of heart ache and catastrophe Wreck the frantic manic fuckin voices in my head, disguise my Zombified insides a bit Well my thoughts are such a mess Like broken cigarettes A toxic mix of chemicals adrift inside my head I don't know what to say, neither does my brain, the feelings are fucking Hard for me to grasp and even harder to explain And in my dreams I'm choking on flies They fill my mouth, they fill my nose, and then they fill my fuckin eyes And now your gone, now your gone And I don't know how to feel. I never know, Oh still I can't pretend that I don't care, that half life of that feelings still there, but it's not its not enough, not enough. Like cave in victims my mind is stuck On the way things used to be And the changes in both of us, Its like pulling shards of glass out of a bloody pair of feet its difficult, and painful and hard to see My thoughts are such a mess Like broken cigarettes, a Toxic mix of chemicals a drift inside my head And God knows I hate change or maybe he don't, cause God is just the i-ma-gi-na-ry friend of the pope And in my dreams, I crawl out of the sea I find some creature of the deep has laid his eggs inside of me And now your gone, now your gone And I don't know how to feel. I never know, Oh still I can't pretend that I don't care, that half life of that feelings still there, but it's not its not enough, not enough.
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Written by Todd Fogarty, a member of the Skum Shine family. I've been playing the song with the folk-punk band for over a year since. One Punch Man AMV: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=00MYtLsni9Q Vlogmas: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MTZCQqUZRbI Lyrics: I need a remote for my life Brand new batteries So I can skip the scenes Of heart ache and catastrophe Wreck the frantic manic fuckin voices in my head, disguise my Zombified insides a bit Well my thoughts are such a mess Like broken cigarettes A toxic mix of chemicals adrift inside my head I don't know what to say, neither does my brain, the feelings are fucking Hard for me to grasp and even harder to explain And in my dreams I'm choking on flies They fill my mouth, they fill my nose, and then they fill my fuckin eyes And now your gone, now your gone And I don't know how to feel. I never know, Oh still I can't pretend that I don't care, that half life of that feelings still there, but it's not its not enough, not enough. Like cave in victims my mind is stuck On the way things used to be And the changes in both of us, Its like pulling shards of glass out of a bloody pair of feet its difficult, and painful and hard to see My thoughts are such a mess Like broken cigarettes, a Toxic mix of chemicals a drift inside my head And God knows I hate change or maybe he don't, cause God is just the i-ma-gi-na-ry friend of the pope And in my dreams, I crawl out of the sea I find some creature of the deep has laid his eggs inside of me And now your gone, now your gone And I don't know how to feel. I never know, Oh still I can't pretend that I don't care, that half life of that feelings still there, but it's not its not enough, not enough.
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