Thanks A Latté

from by Bet Your Life

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It's time to spill out all those words
You kept bagged up in that skin of yours.
Pretend they're sharp, pretend they hurt,
Pretend they left a big fucking stain on the floor.
We kneel with dirty rags,
Stopping blood like heart attacks.
All we know is how to clean the mess.

CHORUS:
There's copper in the air and wrinkles in our hands.
They're soaking through.
This was unintentional but not unpreventable.

It's time to spit out all those words,
Spit them right into your brother's face.
Pretend it's right, pretend it's just
As you let him wipe it off in humiliation.
Ignore the ever-present guilt.
Everything you see is a mirror image
Staring back at you.

[CHORUS]

Wake up to see those blurry, blurry lines.
Let your feet drag on the ground.
Soak up that empty sound.
Echoes of all the things you know you shouldn't say
Decay inside your head
As we go through it again.

credits

from Landshark EP, released June 5, 2012
Bet Your Life is Shawn Chipper (bass/vocals), Scott Blinch (guitar/vocals) and Sebastian Dwight (Drums)
Recorded, Mixed, Mastered and Produced by Kyle Ashbourne

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Bet Your Life London, Ontario

Bet Your Life, an independent punk rock band based out of London Ontario, reared its ugly head in the early spring of 2011. Known for their catchy choruses and in-your-face vocal styling, the members of Bet Your Life have been writing and performing original music together for approximately eight years. ... more

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