THEY ALL MUST
All of them, they must be slaughtered
The father, the son
They guide the lonely goat
The mind it takes to end a plea
He wants the best for all of us
The singing Chinese holding Kang What's the difference?
A light for all time.
The buried secret, sings to get up What's the hurry?
You're not Harry To close your eyes, keeping open
Nasty nature for meat.
Have you cut with all three knives?
Sing light for empty sweet.
Have you ever only eaten what's alive?
Cut the thing down for meat?
Skin cooked up for the hive
Cooked on the inside.
I have a belly full of pride
Crawling through my intestine
Gristle thick, and pork chop rot time
The lovely butterflies.
PITFALLS IN SERVING
Can you hear their timing prophecy?
Have the only other why's it trusting all again?
Listen to the baby sigh It's only happening the boiling
rose of love
This green is mine world Is the only air installed the soldiers
I've got an industry To know the fill is not to save
AIR BREATHER DEEP
IN THE ARMS OF MORPHIUS
And all this time we're free from the void
The world's darkening for me, and I can't fight
The wheels all the way, the underside
LAUGHING WITH LUCIFER
AT SATAN'S SIDESHOW
You'll always have a home here to make whatever kind of
records you want
We don't do special packaging for bands that haven't gone
They rejected your video, so what do you want us to do?
You should consider yourself lucky, any other major label
would've dropped you by now.
The people here in radio just don't like your band.
At least your records are in the stores.
Well we won't do a thing unless the single moves
He's in a meeting, can he call you right back?
WALKING STICK TREE
Follow the roth,
this time it's alright Opening so vitally,
left right Drowning in an overbend,
I let it out Green was sympathy,
in doubt And all the rabbits have come and dine
Half my summary, half my sense
Took a whole lot of money, said it was defense
A man with a grin, smiled at me
A tip of his hand, threatened to let go of me
He made it all go down, took off my coat
But I bid him, for good It was here I'd off the lum,
he wanted nine for all his own Little baby,
rattle sharp candy and I wanna stick around What the world
wings and the know-how greet him with a grin
This little fatherless sings in a modernly until you're
With a synonym we let it all begin again far away
IN THE FREAKTOSE
THE BUGS ARE DYING