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Never Clean My Room
Swain Lyrics

"Good riddance, come again"
Said the lonely me back then
"I like your face, hate your guts"
Kiss goodbye, connect the dots

When the thrill has come to an end, I'll go

File me under lost
Search with your fingers uncrossed
This place reeks of me

So I'll burn the bedsheets blissfully

When the thrill has come to an end

Save yourself the trouble
You can count on me to split
I'll never clean my room
I'll just move when I get sick of it

Not a muse, just a drug
Sweep myself beneath the rug
"Clean your act" is what she wrote
Wrap your hands around my throat

When the thrill has come to an end

Save yourself the trouble
You can count on me to split
I'll never clean my room
I'll just move when I get sick of it

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The band formerly known as This Routine Is Hell.

Call it restlessness, call it fear, call it being out of step or call it being stubborn; This Routine is Hell has been the medium through which these, what some would call “defects” have been ruthlessly transformed into an uncompromising “NO”.

Existing somewhere between today’s obsolete definitions of hardcore and punk, it’s hard to tell exactly what we are; but more important to us is why we’re here. Read Full BioThe band formerly known as This Routine Is Hell.

Call it restlessness, call it fear, call it being out of step or call it being stubborn; This Routine is Hell has been the medium through which these, what some would call “defects” have been ruthlessly transformed into an uncompromising “NO”.

Existing somewhere between today’s obsolete definitions of hardcore and punk, it’s hard to tell exactly what we are; but more important to us is why we’re here. Where self-doubt has laid us to rest, creativity must awaken us. Where sadness only saddens more, the power of will and love must empower us.

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