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Cusp

from A Human Comedy by UNTEACHERS

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This love we speak of, Its a business for the sperm bank. Were in debt. Now your spitting on my picture, in a broken frame. Use the shards of glass. Your bleeding on a mirror. Tradition? Should i get on one knee for you? Will you get on both? Nothing last forever. I try to believe my heart is wrong, but i remember. You only work as hard as it takes to get your pay. This loneliness inside my heart is robbing me blind. Too much time thinking with the flesh in mind. Recalling days of pouring out my heart, with words of sadness tearing us apart. Soon… If not the truth than this is the ignorant side. Tenderness cannot be reached. A thick wall of pride. And on the day you first appeared to me. Lies you cast into a forgetful sea. These promises are broken. My words Ive consumed. They fill me up inside with things that no longer matter.

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from A Human Comedy, released November 1, 2014

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UNTEACHERS Lancaster, Pennsylvania

Sarro: Guitar, Bass & Vox

Wyse: Drums, Percussion, Electronics




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