These daughters lend the tongue its sword
sliced through unmeasured suits
giving more barrels to heat
speaches mean nothing to a cord
oh oh oh yeah
these streets lay dead and bloodied
let us use the tongue as a handsaw
buildings broken on top of heroes
faint teaching of neoclasical
let us use the tongue as a handsaw
with as much modesty the scenes
we've read from this bench before
the moth has signed his throat
lies/where/it/falls
the cyclopse hammers fall
on the top of flaming beds
destroying the author of affection
in a definate affectionate slaughter
yeah
she's seen in lovely dresses
much like a whore.........
unpack my heart with words
as deep as the lungs...
quarentine
X communication is bleak
dance in
circles
saturate metaphorical force
tread upon the heels that fall ten timeserk
if this shoud fail
if this should fail
new world destruction
HAS MADE US BLACK