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Surveillance Footage Highlights

This song is by Drowningman and appears on the album Still Loves You (2001).

Blood burns clean
I can piss gasoline
What you're willing to waste I can smell, almost taste
See these lights in my eyes
They record a life of crime
Fingers all wrapped around
Tongues pulled back like loaded guns
We'll do it again one last time
Blood burns clean, wash away gasoline
What you're willing to waste I can smell
Almost taste.
See these lights in my e yes they record a life of crime
We'll do it again one last time
We'll do it again till they pull this gun from my cold dead hand
Living your life like you're waiting to die, eyes on the clock like you're hoping you live through this
This is where we got off quiet calm hanging from dull needles in the air
Dirty rubber souls tracked behind us the faint trace of suspicion on the terminal floor
If we had been able to we would have seen our reflections in passing store front windows only the late afternoon light refused to let us in and we moved like ghosts up escalators and down crowded concrete corridors
Every movement was carefully detected and words painstakingly decoded and still we fell out from the camera's eye- erased from the taped evidence- we were the light footsteps of a practiced and polished abomination
We passed unquestioned into their vaults where they gave us anything we wanted without a word
This whole world laid open wide
Say my name like it's all you've got s ay my name while you bleed into me
Tonight the world is ours