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  1. Anonymous

From the album Breathe A Storm

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Lyrics

Full swing, the knives are out, the crowd has spoken
They’re swarming faster than bees
They howl, they howl and wail with eyes wide open
The sound incises the breeze
And clouds they rain upon this vile commotion
And lend the furor the of the seas
The hordes are like a comet fast in motion
The wrath it’s coming in threes

Who, what? Not me, I was anonymous
Who, what? Not me

3000 boomboxes that are half-broken
Would sound nicer than these
These hounds all locked inside this crazed emotion
And they’re all deaf to your pleas

Who, what? Not me, I was anonymous
Who, what? Not me
Base, ungodly, it is synonymous with me