Album Name : E. Von Dahl Killed the Locals
Release Date : 2004-10-01
Song Duration : 3:20
Matches Audio Blood
Every Friday at three,
Shadows escape from the factory.
If you can go to the show,
Hurry up and get back to me.
Tonight we meet underground
Where the air is thick like mud,
And the bands make noise
That we call audio blood.
Every weekend we're igniting
Like chemical fires.
Youth centers fill with teens.
They fill with vampires.
Sweating in the dark we're freed
As the weight of the week
Falls away with a thud.
Sweating in the dark we feed
On the forms in the light,
On the floor we're the flood.
We bleed,
We bleed,
We bleed audio blood.
And all through the week,
Whispers follow the shadows down the halls.
Our handstamps fade,
And I cringe at the stupid names we're called.
Every weekend we are massing,
Seeking sonic escape.
The shadows flood the floor,
And start to take shape.
Sweating in the dark we're freed
As the weight of the week
Falls away with a thud.
Sweating in the dark we feed
On the forms in the light,
On the floor we're the flood.
We bleed,
We bleed,
We bleed audio blood.
This is how we bleed in audio...
Let down your skin,
Let the wind blow through your veins.
This is how we bleed in audio...
Sweating in the dark we're freed
As the weight of the week
Falls away with a thud.
Sweating in the dark we feed
On the forms in the light,
On the floor we're the flood.
We bleed,
We bleed,
We bleed...
Audio blood.
This is how we bleed in audio.
