Tekst:
Agoraphobic Nosebleed Honky Reduction

circus angel clipped wings bleed free of captivity my heaven will have you you don't miss your fire until your hell runs dry

hoist the flag indoctrinated the nihilism is monolithic I would kill you if I wasn't so fucking lazy but then again what's the point bullets can be expensive

Bored tooling around carving stick figures in my arm remembering how things could've been handled better coping with the pain of loss what to do with

rain soaks the soil washing the bones I'll tell the stories that will make them come back from the ends of the world to kill me and then it will be over

they matched the D.N.A. from the spit on the stamp on the mailed package and the typewriter had the same characteristic markings we learn from other'