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Not great, but I wanted to get a vid with my new mics and interface up. The audio isnt eq’ed at all, mainly because i dont really know how to properly, lol. Comment, Rate and Subscribe and maybe ill turn up at ur house and tickle ur butt with a feather while ur sleeping in return.
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I know there’s alot of lyric vids out there but I really just felt like making my own, decent i think for my first lyric video, messed up a little at 3:00 but not too bad, Enjoy 
I do not own any rights to the song or pictures used
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Lyrics to Not Good Enough For Truth in Cliche by Escape The Fate. From their album ‘Dying Is Your Latest Fashion’ *Copyrighted to the owners.* I am not profiting from putting this video on youtube =)
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Here are some lyrics to Escape The Fate’s song: “Not Good Enough For Truth In Cliche”. Syching was off at the last chorus, but I still think it’s fine. Plz rate and comment!
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The Official Music Video For Escape The Fate’s Single,Not Good Enough For Truth In Cliche.
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These are the lyrics to Escape The Fate’s song, “Not Good Enough For Truth in Cliche”. Enjoy! Q&A: MEMBERS (from Left to Right): ROBERT ORTIZ-Drums RONNIE RADKE-Vocals MAX GREEN-Bass BRYAN “MONTE” MONEY-Guitar OMAR ESPINOSA-Guitar What is RUSSIAN ROULETTE? A stunt in which one spins the cylinder of a revolver loaded with only one bullet, aims the muzzle at ones head, and pulls the trigger. *Taken from the dictionary* Is CRAIG MABBIT or RONNIE RADKE singing? In this song, Ronnie is singing. Yes, this is the older ETF and Craig doesn’t come in until their second album, “This War Is Ours”.
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LYRICS! Hurtful words, From my enemies of the last five years, What’s it like to die alone? How does it feel when tears freeze, When you cry? The blood in your veins is twenty below. Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget, Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget, Something I cannot forget. So for now, take this down a notch, Crash my car through your window, Make sure you’re still alive, Just in time to kill you, Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget, Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget, Something I cannot forget. I can’t take this (take) anymore I can’t take this (take) anymore I can’t take this (take) anymore (I cannot feel what you’ve done to me) I can’t take this (take) anymore (What you’ve done to me) So for now, take this down a notch, Crash my car through your window, (Window) Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, Out …
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interesting slideshow i made while i was bored Comment? 
Lyrics: Hurtful words, From my enemies of the last five years, What’s it like to die alone? And how does it feel when tears freeze, When you cry? The blood in your veins is twenty below. Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget. Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget. Something I cannot forget. So for now, take this down a notch, Crash my car through your window. Make sure you’re still alive, Just in time to kill you. Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget. Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget. Something I cannot forget. (I can’t take this take anymore) (I can’t take this take anymore) I cannot feel what you’ve done to me what you’ve done to me (I can’t take this take anymore) (I can’t take this take anymore) What you’ve done to me So for now, take this down a notch, Crash my car through your window (window). Sitting in …
