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This song is by Sloe and appears on the album Inexact Replica (2001).

The words we scream have nothing to show off Even though they are
Provided by our sale and it's open wounds that follow shit and feed the
Needing with liberating sight Open up your eyes and let the world
Outside for me A fever grows swelling over thoughts And we all came
Along I can't belong if I'm not sure the feeling's over with
Overwhelming plots Open up your eyes and let the world outside for me