"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
Artist - Thought Industry
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
Artist - Thought Industry
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
Artist - Thought Industry
"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
Leanna Nechlon pouts blood and tears. I taste her
Neck. I can now make her eyes roll to white. Her pulse
Rate quickens. Throbs upon my probing tongue. Stars
Fall above us, burning ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Thought Industry
On a frozen meadow lake, a breath's exhaled. A
Dove. It's head within it's wing. A runny-nosed child
Laughs without worry. Post office critics spread gossips
Creed. Grandma still w...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Thought Industry
I) Dancing with Elvis in Cyberspace
She walks beneath a presley stare. Swivel hips a smile. Pissed on morning charm. Shaves her head with a lawnmower. Her toenails painted Jesus b...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Thought Industry