Rolodex Propoganda Lyrics - At The Drive In

Pinch history 

Feel the pinch blistering 

Pinch me in my dreams 

'Cause I'm still not listening 

X marks the spot 

On your calendar days 

A beard half eaten 

Smiled 

Crawling with legs 

Temper tempered temperature 

Manuscript replica 

In infrared is how we saw 

The night that lit up 

Scarecrow plots 

The nerve that pinches 

Crippled hobbled 

Frolicked flat on its own face 

Jigsaw pattern 

Dominoes left a trail 

The whites of their eyes 

Polaroids of the tale 

For our amusement 

We bring stares to the defendants 

Mechanical panaceas 

Absolved by history 

Phonetic paralysis 

Inflicted through morality 

The seed that it nurtured 

Was a wilted bouquet 

Temper tempered temperature