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Every Time I Die
Every Time I Die


Background information
Origin Buffalo, New York, United States
Genre(s) Mathcore
Southern Rock
Hardcore Punk
Metalcore
Years active 1998—present
Label(s) Ferret Records
Epitaph Records
Associated acts Fall Out Boy
Damned Things
My Chemical Romance
From Autumn to Ashes
Killswitch Engage
Anthrax
The Dillinger Escape Plan
Glassjaw
Head Automatica
Alexisonfire
The Bronx
Website Website
Members
Josh Newton
Keith Buckley
Andrew Williams
Jordan Buckley
Ryan "Legs" Leger
Former members
Michael Novak
Chris Byrnes
Kevin Falk
John McCarthy
Aaron Ratajczak
Stephen Micciche
John DeDomenici



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Every Time I Die Lyrics

"Kill The Music" lyrics


Stutter step to the beat of a disparaged lover.
Dumb and pulsing we've become.
The bedroom door is an old black lung.
It's arrhythmic. Uninviting and pliable.
With the noble irreverence of shrapnel she came for us.
Bore into our heads and found thoughtlessness.
Never minded the faithless courage of shame or the bravery of oblivion.
I'm on her mind, I'm never coming back.
If two timing is what it takes,
Then we both know one take is all we need we're not equipped to stay, unloved,
But its all we've got and we're not at all alright.
Come on baby and give me the creeps.
Either you and I or both must go.
Either you and I or both must go.
I'm on her mind I'm never coming back.
If two timing is what it takes
Then we both know one take is all we need we're not equipped to stay,
unloved, but its all we've got and we're not at all alright.
Theres no difference between being holy and alone.
That's why I'm eagerly fleeing the scene. Lead footed.
Baby return the favor and leave somebody you love.
If they come back they're drunk and they're lonely.
We all get lonely. God forbid we indulge when at sea.
Just the tempest, the temptress and me.
Naturally bored thriller.
Nobody knows the trouble I've been or the exacting improvement of sin.
I'm handling myself over. I’m turning myself in.
War has no glory like a woman ignored.
So here's to the empires polluted with dead.
And the truckers wives who erected them.
I know the strippers real name. Stop me if I'm wrong.

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