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My Secret Life

from Sluggerhand by a truth called nothing

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This dream, this life, this condition
All my despair and all my fights
My relief, my pride, my lies
My late-night collapse
It's my secret life, but it disfigures me

Share in the failing
Of the economy

I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead, dead, dead, dead

A blood-red sky, a shakedown
A rapidly deteriorating situation
It ain't a colourful metaphor for my life
It's a huge sack of shit in the middle of my life

Living alone

I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead, dead, dead, dead, dead

Look: There's no denying this
That overall, I'm happy as can be
I want to appease the world
It's really a gift, but it disfigures me

I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead, dead, dead
I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead, dead, dead...

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from Sluggerhand, released July 2, 2015

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a truth called nothing Stockholm, Sweden

The European atheist art-rock band, a truth called nothing, is made up of contrasts: they combine hi-i with lo-fi, death with joy. They have been active since the new millenium began, collaborating heavily with the european movement to legalize assisted suicide, as well as emerging at the forefront of the online phenomenon "Borgarkrossarna" ("The Bourgeois Breakers"). ... more

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