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Thoughtcrime.

The guitar and vocal tracks were recorded in the hallway of my apartment, to get that crazy huge reverb. Then I re-did everything else over the top. The lyrics were written in less than the time of the song itself, so don’t expect…good.
The ceiling drips and the floor is stained. Yes, everything’s chipped, including the paint, and there is a so-called “ghetto mart” just a few feet away. I’ve got a view of muggings and such, and my room’s above the vacuum store, but honestly I don’t mind that much. Oh, this apartment… The lights have broke, so the hallways are dark, and a sneeze will carry so very far. A couple prongs are all I can ever find. Oh, this apartment…