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  1. Radio

From the recording Acoustic

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Lyrics

All my friends are angry and bitter
Even when they used to light up the room

All my friends are angry and bitter
Even when they used to light up the room
Now they sit alone
Petrified neuroses

Left and right, back, front and center
Anywhere you look, delusional debris
Discovering of self
Oh, but do they like it?

All my friends are angry and bitter
Even when they used to light up the room
Gonna have to let them play it out
With the smallest violin to boot

Now they’re always set on blaming the other
Never going out to try bitter fruit
Nothing left for me to do but let them waste away their squandered truth

Let’s give a radio to the Romans
See what happens

Tell me stories of life ever after
Only horrid truths imagined and sure
Skipping over anything of note you censure

Paint for me a life devoid of any color
Set within a frame that you’ve made secure
Tell me everything I see outside the lines is not sure

We’ll give a radio to the Romans
See what happens
And if we give it time
We’ll give a radio to the Romans
See what’s on their mind

All my friends are angry and bitter
Even when they used to light up the room
Gonna have to let them play it out
With the smallest violin to boot

Now they’re always set on blaming the other
Never going out to try bitter fruit
Nothing left for me to do but let them waste away their squandered truth

A simple add to this
I hope you keep calm in your abyss
I want to see you sharing in the fun

Don’t need eternal bliss
Just spare the serpent’s kiss
The answer to the question moribund