Late For A Double Date With A Oile Of Atoms In The Water Closet Lyrics - Locust

Arbiter of shittily planned dilemmas 

you were born with only three faces 

shit down to the sub-atomic level 

to the last quark 

Martyrs mocking, lepers vomiting 

while everyone and their mother 

team up with toilet water 

Don't forget to tell your face 

swish swish gargle gargle 

This here bowl is half full of shit 

and this here shit shall set you free.