Crawling with Idiot

"It's crawling with idiot
I'm itching to leave
I'm soft with fatigue, I need something,

You're blue collar pride
And you're loose cotton cool
You're wilting a little
Nothing grows down here..."

 

Elbow: Crawling with Idiot
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To Rid the Disease

"There's innocence torn from its maker
Stillborn the trust in you
This failure has made the creator
So would you tell him what to do (would you)?

I turn round to see what was meant to be
Faint movement release to rid the disease..."

Opeth: To Rid the Disease
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