Separate the sparkle from the stars and put them both on trial. "Order in the Court!", the judge. pukes up a putrid smile. Tear the tingle from the touch and lock them both in a windowless cell. The.
We are the cock-eyed children left to babble in tarantula glue.. We are the shock-eyed children left to suckle straw in the soap opera zoo.. We are the engines pumping out children strangled by static from the noisy sun..
Oh, teen machine, I'm a pound of flesh in a drummers sick dream.. We watch, crabs and lobsters eat a dead cops throat,. inside our mouths we've got our stereos!.