Thought Industry - Songs For Insects lyrics
rate meI sing poems of rebellion. Lax russet lips lavish<br />
Scabrous empathy. Without rights I kowtow. A silly<br />
Carcass burrowing forward. This reads terms of vast<br />
Cosmos for Tianamen Square, or felt dampness in meat.<br />
I crave iced pavement to clot my languid flesh. Without<br />
Rights I blunder. A bloated child lost in a flaccid smile.<br />
Mold and silk ripple the womb. Congested slams of<br />
Beijing. Suckle chunk water surviving rusty plumbing.<br />
Paint chips and fades the wormholed face of Mao<br />
Zedong. Insects tremble at the coming of the Year of the<br />
Cockroach.<br />
Visage with backwards eyes could be Sun-Yet-Sen. A<br />
Friend armed with nails to help me torch the flag.<br />
"Leader, your steps I adore. I'll fight along since you<br />
Stand for me. I have surrendered to life's enchantment, a<br />
Voluptuous passing dream." <br />
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"Carnage?, peeped the Fly. His wings glide with<br />
Sweat. Lick her foot. Consume it slowly. Blood is what I<br />
Need. Raped her squirming cute face sobbing. I'm the<br />
Cockroach King. When is wrong all right? We'll banter in<br />
The cupboards. Meditate. Use Zen under the plates.<br />
Father I am. I'm you, but I've found I'm you as lethe.<br />
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Sable Saliva paints a plethora of Lindens with rugose<br />
Branches and molted angst torsos.<br />
"Don't cry my baby brother. A martyr I was made.<br />
When the tanks just roll me over, remember where your<br />
Loyalties remain.<br />
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Thighs held tense and wet deserve salacious care.<br />
Risque' like death I maim guests slowly. Love is all I<br />
Need. A fat bombast stripped leitmotif for the Cockroach<br />
King. A ruffian to trust? Like what kissing preludes. What<br />
Rigmarole poets elude. Father I am. I'm you, but I've<br />
Found I'm you; a swain.<br />
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The pariah's gone. Extirpated. Let's burn His house.<br />
Holy water drink it slowly. Where's the police tonight?<br />
Stumbling down here. Here the police will die. City<br />
Water vomits harshly. Love spinning round. Flailing.<br />
Bloody water washes hardly. Sauterne, parched I suck.<br />
Blotter. Sweat and water tastes too salty now.<br />
Lepidoptera. One billion strong. Twenty miles wide<br />
To kill one man.<br />
No time to use with morals to loose. To choose.<br />
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Dabble dandy sulfur daisy eye. My eye. Debatable<br />
Flummery. Me free. Lilliputian ego. A rayon vest, a<br />
Smooth chest. No complications. No compendium.<br />
Sangfroid. I disencumber with equilibrium. A drunkard. I am. I'm you, but I've found I'm you as dawn.