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1.
(Come on, let's split the bill) (Huff paint at the candidate's debate) (I'm eating my responsibilities and my moral obligations)
2.
Let’s spray it red baby The walls, the schools, your motherfucking front door Systematic suffocation is so damn fine My office is so warm this time of year Sorry I missed your call, I was too busy with my nose in the snow So spray it all red for me baby
3.
I need you like a Californian dry spell Knife to the back, brick to the face The list goes on and on and on I love you like a faulty circuit I ain’t got solder to spare I think you got it straight Grouchy sad sack songs can suck it
4.
My God, you’re a regular Nietzsche Adorno, Foucault, Plato and Marx Those names taste good on your tongue, I’ll bet You don’t know it and I don’t know it, But I bet ya couldn’t write this shit.
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6.
It’s “shame shame” on the kids Tired critiques stain the newspaper page “We keep breeding robots” says the robot.
7.
You’re full of false love Your money’s spilling out your mouth Young corpses taste mighty sweet to the saints in the high rise I think I can read your lips, and they say; “Don’t worry child, the Good Father loves you”
8.
*unintelligible bullshit
9.
I’m wondering how I’d be if I never knew you With teeth bared, my youth was your quarry That is what I will always tell myself
10.
Discipline looks a lot like my boot heel Feels like a club, the back of my hand When you’re out of line the belt’s off The belt’s always off The belt’s always off The belt’s always off
11.
Your bedsheets smell like crime Mine reek of overtime Willing clocks to reverse To a time before monochrome clothes and whitewashed walls I’ll brand you a deviant in my jealous hate For there’s no love here I sold it.
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Hope is for people who can buy it The truth is for people who can lie their way out of telling it

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released May 1, 2020

F: Guitars
H: Vocals
V: noise

Mixed and Mastered by Charlie Vasquez

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TFID is a grouping of musicians from around the world particularly the US and Europe. Our goal is abuse, destroy, and spread chaos through our music.

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