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Thunderbuck, Hiccup

from Smithcrawler (unmastered) by The Flaks

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Clean the hands to wash the body. The water's rusted, dripping down the drain. It seems you hate me more often than not. Everything's out of focus, and it's driving me insane. I hate myself. I'm rotten and insecure. I am pink and purple plastic vermin, left outside to die. My brain is turning into mush; the master malingerer of the groan. I'd do anything to stay out of touch -- chew my hands off when I'm alone. It seems I'm buried in shit, dug deep in the ground. I don't care, anymore, for my cold and fickle clampdown. Nails and snails, and puppy-dog tails, a liquored booze-hound, a fool and a pathetic clown. My mouth wets and waters, my brain begins to spin and wonder, "If I ever lost her..." I know I wouldn't, couldn't find her. I lay in my bed, and I close my eyes. I wouldn't blink for a week, just so I could see her smile. I am shameful, disillusioned, apathetic with confusion, short-sighted, and in denial, not quite present for quite a while.

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from Smithcrawler (unmastered), released March 28, 2015

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The Flaks formed on April 1st, 2009, when all of the group's members were 12 and 13 years old. Before breaking up in 2014, they performed close to 100 shows in their 5 years together as a band, all while still in high school.

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