(Instrumental)
"Just give me some fucking pizza!" Unmade by anti-pizza. So good it destroyed the world. One slice of anti-matter, Delicious and uncontrollable. There
I've forgotten who I am I'm sick and weak and fresh from sleep I crawl from a crooked bed with dirty feet and shaky hands the numbers on the clock read
.....and on came a dawn..... YOU THOUGHT I'D SAY DYING BLACK but i saw burning red, YOU THOUGHT I'D SAY DYING BLACK but i saw burning red, YOU THOUGHT
Bird..... Ooooooooooooooooooooo!!! The geek, with no beak: He's so weak he cannot speak! The geek, with no beak: He's so weak he cannot speak! Vestigial
Pseudo - Squander plummet crunch on the feet of the gods do the endless munch Hunger Open - Whooosh.. Wind BOOM The Ash Grey Door of Doom the moon
I think I seem to be a mystery even spied by the given eye I'm telling tales of memories songs of birds softly outlined I feel strange do you know me
We want to turn everything around She's a real writer and say goodnighter She's a sadist of a believer I'm not a bridge, I'm not the bay I'm not a
I?m crippled by a simple decision And possibly gifted by a vision. I?ve made my choice- I?ll stand by. I?ll take one more bite then lay down and die. ?
[Bonus Track]
And a beef will rise again, broken machine in his hand. Ten words: snapping bunnies twitching gurgling forget the bombs in your eyes. Roaring with whispers
A play folds out on the forest floor I bought a one way ticket back to July Quantum Theory Breathless yet... Discorporate. We are alive We are hostages
Winter's coming days die short at the end of autumn's reign hunger becomes ravenous hibernation never waits soon the silent slumber for now October's
Wake up from etherian dreams - your song and your light return me to life. I rise my rotting form - enthralled by your light. Your golden, magnetic light
Purple or close to purple regardless it was soft and mushy she said she was so nervous when these situations arose she said she touched its skin it felt
a pencil drawn line of fire smoking birds in a downward spiral trails of charcoal trails of gray half burnt feathers the eagle crash-landing now. as
...then came winter's bitterness numbness swept down from the east the lost, cold and hungry gently collapse into the endless fields of soft luminous
"Dilation of chronal aperture in 3 2 1" activate initiate instruments set to yesterday at the speed light across empty plains of time on a ship of jewels
