I) East Campus, WMU, New K-Zoo
Burrow with the moles. Wary of mankind's outcome. No sunlight. Selfless night. To love none. Atomic Stroller comes. Glides through the Southside of ...Read Full Lyrics
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Here Grub go 'gain. Lick me hurts and scratch the
Stucco. Can smell the streets of Bailey Mccaret, or
Mama in snazzy white. Mama won't let wee grub leave.
No sun, no fun, no gun to...Read Full Lyrics
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In life I'm skin stretched to form my body. With life
We can hope to grow old alone. In life all is well.
Strapped empty to a placid dream. In the fields is where
I belong. Blister...Read Full Lyrics
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Flower don't cry tonight. Raspberries kissed your
Melting face. Flower please hold me tight. Caress my
Skin, blended as one. All wrong. My lover's gone. All
Wrong. I've lost her in...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Thought Industry
[I) Eating shit As An Occupation]
Dennis Hurley, guns and coffee. Lucky strikes.
Suede shoes. Polyester slacks cramped posture.
Staleman, frail hands. Shake caffeine palsy. Lame
V...Read Full Lyrics
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[I) Interstellar Combine Races Towards Pluto]
Milk toast shag scabs greased lips. Propped north
Ass pastel pillows. Digest tight Valentino damp boxes.
Elmer's glazed moron teeth. ...Read Full Lyrics
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The Dogorez and one mike stand. A small brawl that
Comes between lovers. It just breaks my heart. I'm pawn
Life. Calls the world "Arena Grand". Bone gameshow. A
Small joke Christ p...Read Full Lyrics
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Drip strawberry juice. Open shutters. Death birds.
Elated. Elected. Universe. Sedative vein. Whole grain
Layered. Brightest sunshine. Brightest day. Spills the
Kitten's milk. Cuts ...Read Full Lyrics
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I) New Minneapolis, Sea of Tranquility on Luna
You can't walk today. Purchase and obtuse.
I will melt and flow a mile, but what sees Earth move when you're dead.
One vein flow...Read Full Lyrics
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Halcyon prick absinthe loaded. Popes moselle in
Christ, slurping dead Jim's fat ass wife with shamrocks
And driftwood. I'm an articulate man, but the chanty
Says to fuck. Scrape.
...Read Full Lyrics
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