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Non-zero Possibility

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2007
Updated: 7 years ago

I'm just tired of counting bodies. Is this mausoleum tardy. Let's just paint you a pretty face. Flies dip tongues into tear ducts. In toothpicks fought unborn.


Mannequin Republic

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2007
Updated: 7 years ago

They'd call it a wasteland. Auslander plates. You know its armor was human. Drove stakes into the main camps. Eyesockets sank into. The back of its head again.



Invalid Litter Dept.

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2007
Updated: 7 years ago

Intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies. That had knocked the pins down. As their shoes gripped the dirt floor. In the silhouette of dying. Dancing on corpses' ashes.


Honest To A Fault

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2007
Updated: 7 years ago

I can't take back all the things that. I've done with my anger. Sonic sounds constantly traveling. In and out of my blue screened mind. Two drops down and here I thought.


Give It A Name

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2007
Updated: 7 years ago

Never thought this day would end. Walked the tired steps of latter day friends. And all because. Your stubbornness was. Smiling through your braces. Never thought.


Fahrenheit

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2007
Updated: 7 years ago

Kid creole killed all of his own people. Instigate the beat genuflecting. In the steeple. Video killed what we. Once. Stood for. Who we gonna look to now?.


Enfilade

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2007
Updated: 7 years ago

This could last us all a lifetime. Limbs intact, untouched. On the screen of a video tape. Confined to bedposts. We wait as lepers. Upheld at knife's reach.


Catacombs

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2007
Updated: 7 years ago

Lark throated spit through beaks tonight. These gagging chirps were written in disguise. What's that sound?. Caskets floating. . Hey you, did you ever intend to sleep inside my tomb.


Arcarsenal

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2006
Updated: 7 years ago

I must have read a thousand faces. I must have robbed them of their cause. Sickened thirst, sickened thirst. Keeps it together. Soft white glow in the cranium.


Autorelocator

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2007
Updated: 7 years ago

This time I'm leaving you. This time I'm leaving you. This time. I'm never coming back, never coming back, never coming back. . Pack my bags you'll never see my face again.



Arc Arsenal

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2008
Updated: 7 years ago

I must have read a thousand faces. I must have robbed them of their cause. Sickened thirst, sickened thirst. Keeps it together. Soft white glow in the cranium.


Winter Month Novelty

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2007
Updated: 7 years ago

Bite the hand that feeds. Biting off more than you can. Are you sure you got the right hand skilled. And all because this left hand spit. Have you been crying.


Sleepwalk Capsules

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2006
Updated: 7 years ago

Taser taser kindergarten nap nap time. Pacifier pacifies. Highchair crumbles unannounced. Like a draft from outside. Pacifier pacifies. Beacon shined a light from the faulty tower.


Rolodex Propoganda

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2007
Updated: 7 years ago

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.


Rolodex Propaganda

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2007
Updated: 7 years ago

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.


Quarantined

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2007
Updated: 7 years ago

Autonomous machete for hands. Warden and judge hide behind masks. Wet raindrop lull. Small rationing. Exhumed the rhetoric of. Break the weak in single file.


Picket Fence Cartel

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2007
Updated: 7 years ago

We all become. What we most dislike. In this picket fence cartel. Tell? There's nothing left to tell. . What have we become. Cycle all over again. Filled the shoes 'til I was ten.


Pattern Against User

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2006
Updated: 7 years ago

The proposition. Handcuffed to the park bench. Hypodermic people poking. fun at the living. Please take the weight out of this. It takes the weight out of living.


Speechless

Artist: Helmet
Year: 2006
Updated: 8 years ago

Indecisive and deaf or dumb. Tongue-dried in the sun. Nervous speech and your mental health. Drunk on every detail. . Loosened up from the moral slide as though.


Vacant Skies

Artist: Sparta
Year: 2007
Updated: 8 years ago

Crumbling around the free fall. This missing are will forever make. Your nerves crawl. Crumbling we will assume the worst. . Encapsulation, fists clenching and falling.


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