The world is dead,
and so are my feet.
Peel my skin back,
watch me bleed.

Ice Cream Truck at The hidey hole

I tied my shoes today.
I fell on my face today.
I stubbed my toe today.
I broke my shins today.
Camel.

Camel at The hidey hole

My car smells like exhaust.
My breath stinks of old cigarettes.
My room is full of trash.
My body is falling apart.
My shirt is second hand.
Stanky Wanky.

Stanky Wanky at The hidey hole

Listen to the silence, let it ring on.
Eyes dark and grey lenses frightened of the sun.
We would have a nice time living in the night,
left to blind destruction, waiting for our sight.
waiting for our sight.

Transmission (cover) at The hidey hole

Mcfergebersch

Choke

The Way You Walk

Damn

Stanky Wanky- Vocals, Bass
Mr. Camel- Drums

The Formaldehydes are the product of graffiti on a napkin. The EP was dropped merely an hour after the band's genesis. We are artists, give us your money.

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