Bulimic rainbows vomit what?
Burn Piano Island Burn!
Coconut pupils never shut?
Burn Piano Island Burn!
Jigsaw babies and their bamboo stilts?
Burn Piano Island Burn!
Charred touca...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Blood Brothers
[Bullhorn:]
"Save the falsetto valentines for the black ice cube toast, for the filth roast."
[Classified:]
You know she looks so clinique,
but when you think she's asleep,
we're ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Blood Brothers
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...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Blood Brothers
What's with me and stars, gardens, blue light, and the trees? Sometimes I feel like Poseidon losing control over my seas. Came face to face with God and it left a scratch on my san...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Postman Syndrome
Here it goes again, the masking of dirty truths- the penning of words, creating worlds that are lost on you. You never care to meet characters laid upon your feet, never to penetra...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Postman Syndrome
But it echoes all around me. And it only goes just to show you how many ways you don't know you, and it only goes just to show me. And so as not to disappoint you all here's a sill...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Postman Syndrome
Your pull was lodged through my heart, and it heats up the cells until life explodes. When hell comes crashing scream "where's Mr. Fix-It?"One step for flowers in spring. Two steps...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Postman Syndrome
I'm here today, to commemorate the soldiers slain, to paint the pictures of their former homes, and to grieve for loved ones left alone, crying longing for each other. "Where is he...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Postman Syndrome
"Oh no, not again." One day I came to a trembling shadow. Beneath my eyes he seemed to smile. Then wouldn't you know, an arm came up and grabbed a hold of my little wrist. The arm ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Postman Syndrome
Guessing where the coins would fall, they carried on for hours with a compass and a set of keys- backpacks packed and floating just above their pretty heads. Poised to dive and imm...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Postman Syndrome