Founds total 12 songs
Yellow Line Transfer
Playing the silent movie. Villain scrambling to tie myself to train tracks. Praying for technicolor in the afterlife. . I swear that eccentric on the street corner.
Under The Fingernails
You think I am listening. But I am really just watching. The candlelight between us dim. Trying not to stare at your forked tongue. Or the venom it drips.
Treblinka
Late term abortion, three decades late. Be sure to empty all ten commandments. Into his chest, for only holy redneck terrorism. Can usher in the second coming of the coat-hanger.
Three Second Apocalypse
Tonight your decadence demands a sacrifice. But attrition never slowed you before. Stepping on faces, tripping over limbs. Fighting the machine gun's attention.
Tentacle
Bitter aftertaste of every exploitation. Chokes me like a mouthful of spiders. Crawling in or out, I don't know. But I kneel to the Gods of nausea. . In moments of reflection upon.
Synthetic Utopia
Short wave dictator launches the blitzkrieg. Upon your frontal lobe. The unexpected siege of the fortress. Thought impenetrable world peace. . Just a few elusive frequencies away.
Pixie
Young unicorns snatched from the impossible. Skies precious horns, ordinary chainsaws. I am left with horses revolting in the normalcy. Shipwrecked by a face all sweet and empty.
One Funeral Too Many
All star crossed and starry eyed innocence. Pulled away by maturity's tide. Loneliness as the void into which. All this warped obsession is cast. . Shyness as the dam, denying the river its ultimate purpose.
My Fellow Vermin
Burn the men of science. Who would trivialize the collapse of a sun. And kill these atheists. . Who can only make their tears with thumbscrews. I cannot destroy my own life efficiently.
Higher Forms Of Pornography
It flows like red lava upon a city. Of outstretched arms awaiting. Deliverance, awaiting rebirth as infestation. Beneath the skin of a goddess. . Divinity through association crawling toward mirages.
Flag Burner
Quixotic concept of examining foreign cultures. As opportunities for brotherhood and mutual cultivation. Instinctual xenophobia initiates conflict subjugation.
Endgame
Such the delicate locust without your wings. Have you ceased to threaten me. A hundred knifing later there's so much blood. . So little of anything else for you.
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