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  1. Dead on the Table
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A precisly measured combination of elements: Equal parts Punk, Grunge, Alt and Stadium Rock, with a dash of smashed computer parts and broken glass.

Lyrics

Truth be told, I still feel alone
Here I sit beneath this stone
Not much light, gets under here
Guide my way by sense of Fear
It's not fair, theres no light down inside there
I don't mind, if this is all a waste of time
Feel the drip, there's not much time
Consequence but not my rime
Hold me close, so cold inside
Can't replace that which has died
It's not fair, theres no light down inside there
I don't mind, if this is all a waste of time
Twenty to one? No! One Hundred to one? No! One Thousand to one? No!
Ten fucking thousand to one if I'm betting on me!
One Hundred to one? No! One Thousand to one? No!
Ten Fucking Thousand to one? No! I'll take a million to one if I'm betting on me!
It's not fair, theres no light down inside there
I don't mind, if this is all a waste of time

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