The Locust piosenki

illness is a problem, not a convenience. sometimes things are started and never finished. the stitch out of time never saves nine. diagnosed with a fucking illness. rome was never build in a day. 

This shared psychotic disorder brings it own portable esophagus Subsequently followed by pereception grenades Here come the nitrous oxide Influenced steroids now Skin off my back, your meal 

Dear Mr. So and So Wait until it's over Nothing is King now and Nothing's getting older That jerk lives like a missle with his pecker (in) one hand and his pooper (in the) other What about the paperwork -bowels working overtime Feed the faxes apple...

ainstaking saga fits. downhill path looked over. wide range of discreet jokes. utopia is fine. glorious phase tailored nicely. regular ruin freshly disabled/fucked. 

Deafening silence. Lives torn in half. Forgotten memories. Terror of the past. Pain has subdued to the coming of darkness. Holocaust of horror. This mask of doom. In a helpless rage to understand the mistake. Can your hate give you salvation? Can your...

undulating backfire. bedroom eyes, twenty/twenty. limping through the frivolous. scanning through the scandalous. face to face where do these things come from damn it? out of unsorted vicious impalement. 

It's easy to replace in the name of progress It's easy to replace in the name of progress Wink wink, nudge nudge. Obsolete fuel, so lobbyists pull an alternative mule Insubordinate antique engine, spark superfluous discharges Gaia is wounded, corny and s...

They, the people Done like your dinner Taping fur to your back does not make you a werewolf Just like dying dads, or already dead dads Chance must be systematically explored when dressed up like Christmas beef 

cracking skulls, tearing flesh. have another heart attack. send 'em in, send 'em in, why don't you try pushing all the goddamn buttons. maybe just one of them will suffice. go back to the golf course. if the shoe fits, fuck it. confidence minimally confirmed,...

Wrecked 'em? I don't even know him Liaison for the nervous your consensual embryo is revoked Leave your body out of this Passive aggressive bolts filled with anxiety loosen amidst this cyanide vacuum Its time for the eyeball crotch to have a looksee W...

Run into the darkness of the trees. Only there you will not be found. Flee in to the light of the burning sand. Only there you will not be seen. They will try to follow you, Just like they followed those before. A bastardized culture of inbred fucks. Th...

Keep off the tracks, still be severed. An effortless tension waiting to spark. Truth will only be looked at as lies. A lesson to learn, which road to travel. In this world they can decide your fate. Don't you hear the screaming locomotive. Can't you feel...

most things go unnoticed with your eyes gouged out. they can only twist your arm so much. 

Arbiter of shittily planned dilemmas you were born with only three faces shit down to the sub-atomic level to the last quark Martyrs mocking, lepers vomiting while everyone and their mother team up with toilet water Don't forget to tell your face swi...

Violent Huckster You're out of luck, sir Wire-tapped and Booby-trapped Wet nurse asks, "What's your amusement?" Wet dreams answer "Deadly powders, Napalm showers and Glowing cans." Is it curfew yet? No, not yet Like that violent stuff? Well it's...

Cowboy lawman-found a cell Tore into it-as night fell Bankers kids are getting bingo'd Smells like midnight's cooked up a storm in here Leave those loose lips at home or at the rubble that's left when you return Have an armed guard posted at your f...

damn it jim, i'm not a magician. and actually not even a doctor. i'm not a fucking doctor. a cuckoo clock never gives the right time. we swim up stream for the cuckoo's dream. it's no surprise just how low some will go. 

Ruffled feathers graciously accept a life of their own And a decision has been made to unclog the Artery of short comings Fundamental Flaw Firmly in place Defacing that belgard. Replacing good taste Finally, a Sense of Stability So this set of Truths...

Hyponagogic logic dictates, Quite cogently, That it is your turn to wear the lampshade Right on time 

gee, how seemingly so tranquilized. pull the plug that anticipates being pulled. nice tranquil thumb in mouth. collision course with the worst. undeniably stripped bare past the capacity of catastrophic conditions. lick the porcelain where your semen lies. swa...