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
Artist - Thought Industry
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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"A touch of Earther rural folklore for the long trip."
I) Athens, MI; High School Graduation and a Bloody Nose
Below the thumb resides a prairie tagged Monhalo. Old as dumb. Does...Read Full Lyrics
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"My girlfriend and I are quite poor. So we crash funeral gatherings for the free food.
Hell, everybody's so busy crying and consoling; they don't even notice us in the coatroom p...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Thought Industry
[Brent:] Christ, you've toiled hard. So grab a stool. You
Get to buy the first round.
[Jesus:] Guiness Stout?
[Brent:] I'll cleanse your feet with my beer. We'll have
Another rou...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Thought Industry
I) After the Great Toronto Plague of 1998
Fake your death. Plant a bomb. A note with a dental record. Move Away. Dublin's calling. Reserve a Euroticket today.
This life is borin...Read Full Lyrics
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Here's my garden. Rowed lilacs drip purple. Crane
Park's slick dawn dew. Twilight. Clock's twenty past
Four. Packed five vitamin C blot Akbar gushing. Brian
Climb soda need, Chuck,...Read Full Lyrics
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Sorry, I'm drunk dear. It happens all the time.
Honestly, I thought I loved you. Too bad you're so
Damn lame. Scare me with the chance to die by people I
Would call friends. I gues...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Thought Industry
I sing poems of rebellion. Lax russet lips lavish
Scabrous empathy. Without rights I kowtow. A silly
Carcass burrowing forward. This reads terms of vast
Cosmos for Tianamen Square,...Read Full Lyrics
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"I must have hit something, by the look of the volume of oil pouring out of my shuttlecraft, the radiator was smashed off it's welds, crudely placed on the fan; which was not turni...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Thought Industry