Yes this is the campaign Slithered entrails in the cargo bay A neutered is the vastness Hallow vacuum check the oxygen tanks They hibernate but have
This is the accent of the halfhearted land Does it all make sense now? And if the ship was built in bottled sand Does it all make sense now? The anchors
Strip off the shell give me the honor walk into the middle of the road give me the honor how does it feel give me the honor how does it look down there
Mother Nature never smelled so good Can I taste the flower that you carry Brilliant minds with pretty faces never cry Pedestal is crumbling down Now
sailing all alone, guided by starlight nowhere is my home inside of my mind we've paid that shoeshine boy whose buff has no smile he spits on your tip
In a river, the color of lead Immerse the baby's head Wrap her up in the News Of The World Dump her on a doorstep, girl This night has opened my eyes
Doctor doctor! I'm in bed Achin' head Gold is lead Choke on bread Underfed Gold is lead Jesus bled Pain is red Are goon Grow go Greasy spoon You swoon
Pigeon holed decision making All my mind's made up I only colored outside the lines 'Cause I got the knack Stenciled teen initials That were carved on
Now, does it hurt you when you breathe? Stink around the wallet itch A towel thrown between the ropes Sweat inside your eyelids It exercised the fire
Pet sounds filling pet peeve voids Black and white TV with the sound turned down Is it mono or stereo? Lending aneurysm satisfaction in the Fruitless
Kiss and kill your boyfriend And rich ones too Rich kids of the world unite Rich kids of the Dime on the bleachers Head says not that far away But the
out A little more then a distance Mad at me (mad at me) Got to affect her with her peck Jealous soul eyes But I'm just playing Mad at me (mad at
Fences with switches Turn them on The moats of your homes Poured salt on these slugs Mugshot fatigue shimmering Pacemaker, pace yourself You were slowly
bite the hand that feeds biting off more than you can are you sure you got the right hand skilled and all because this left hand spit have you been crying
Pinch history Feel the pinch blistering Pinch me in dreams 'Cause I'm still not listening X marks the spot On your calendar days A bread half-eaten Spoiled
pinch history feel the pinch blistering pinch me in my dreams 'cause i'm still not listening X marks the spot on your calendar days a beard half eaten
pregnant with the keys to your stick shift mood can't get yourself ignition can't get yourself ignition grease-stained parking lot embed and loiter bottle
So what comes now Run through the answers and you can feel the scratching Get down This breed bring it against so coy A levitated incubation Instincts