we've drained full confession booths
polluted drinking wells with our repentances and then stood
grinning with our arms
around shoulder of a rotting child.
hold that pose. provisional, arrogant little pigs who devour their siblings
shoot that dog if
you can't afford to feed.
famine fathered a moth.
famine fathered a moth that begot our fathers.
keep your voices down I'm
hey! what's the big idea? keep your f*****g hands off the insight
that rat has got it's mother's eyes. breeding ad
nauseam, they are pouring themselves into the sea.
leave your drunken accident at the prom. it'll grow to mend your
don't sign the dotted line (every house is a little bit of Hollywood).
the world is too incredible to bring such
ugliness into it
the artist is sneaking down the hall to impregnate the last of its kin.
indiscernible mute in a swarm of
and I deny any part. I deny any part. a deadbeat godfather.
bite your tongue. who taught you those words?
when you are under my roof don't ever say "rock and roll".