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Every Friday at three shadows escape from the factory. Id 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 ignighting 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 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. This is how we bleed in audio... let down your skin, let the wind blow though your veins. Get This Ringtone

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