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Boysetsfire - Live Chronicles / Berlin 2014 - My Life in the Knife Trade
Live Chronicles / Berlin 2014
Disc 1
01. After the Eulogy
02. Rookie
03. Pariah Under Glass
04. When Rhetoric Dies
05. Still Waiting for the Punchline
06. The Abonimations of Those Virtuous
07. Our Time Honored Tradition of Cannibalism
08. (Compassion) As Skull Fragments on the Wall
09. My Life in the Knife Trade
10. Across Five Years
11. Twelve Step Hammer Program
12. Unspoken Request
13. The Force Majeure
Disc 2
01. Eviction Article
02. Last Year's Nest
03. Full Color Guilt
04. Bathory's Sainthood
05. Dying on Principle
06. Handful of Redemtion
07. Release the Dogs
08. Foundations to Burn
09. Management Vs. Labor
10. High Wire Escape Artist
11. White Wedding Dress
12. On in Five
Disc 3
01. Walk Astray
02. Requiem
03. Final Communiqué
04. The Misery Index
05. [10] And Counting
06. Falling Out Theme
07. Empire
08. So Long... And Thanks for the Crutches
09. With Cold Eyes
10. Deja Coup
11. Social Register Fanclub
12. Nostalgic for Guillotines
13. A Far Cry
How many times have I noticed that our eyes hardly ever meet
From your judgment seat
I can feel the anger for my very being
Fill me in, on when you became such a big part of my life
That I should bother with all your lies designed to bring me down
Wrong again, don't depend on any reaction again

I remember the icy walls that shot up from nowhere
And I can see every lie you've ever told yourself
You bleed me dry and I don't ask why, but I'm left with the dust
Judas kiss, I dismiss, thank you all for this, I am untouched
I am un-

Wait again, not through with the screaming
I contend that you've got nothing better to do
I'd trade my life for a barrel of gold
Find someone else before I get too old
If I live my life for aesthetic gain
Will you repay me with all your shame

I can see every light inside your brain
Go on every time that I walk by for nods and whispers
Your comfort in my suffering is no longer disturbing
I'm lost beyond your petty stopwatch in life's real time
Life's real

Wait again, not through with the screaming
I contend that you've got nothing better to do
I'd trade my life for a barrel of gold
Find someone else before I get too old
If I live my life for aesthetic gain
Will you repay me with all your shame

Don't get up
I was only leaving the room
When the door of your judgment swings back around again
Maybe I'll stop to watch your act and I'll go on my way
I've seen quite enough of too many childish games

I'm ashamed of every moment
That I ever gave them the time of day
All the worst enemies
Are somehow always friends that used to be