Tear Garden Empathy with the Devil Letras:
My flavor is the stuff of locusts. Hot chili
firebrand spitting volcano teeth. Bleeding skies,
sulpher mines... The foul breath of Satan's
favorite gutter worm. You feel me when I'm close -
an ice wind of steel stilettos hammered in your
spine. Quicksilver nausea spinning, spewing forth
and everything's a mess. every posession you ever
had - wrecked - lying at your feet. Telegrams that
tell you God is dead piled high on the TV. The
incessant TV. Burbling. Distorted. A cheesecake
nun advertising 20 brands of sea cow lemon shit in
60 different languages. A gargoyle handjives for
the hard of hearing. Subliminals. Criminals.
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Phoney buisinessmen in thick rimmed glasses. Bad
comedians. Laughing bags aping the Hallelujah
chorus - the forgotton version - out of key
(slightly). Just enough to annoy you. My flavor is
cheap perfume on rotting Man-Ray maggots! Dead
maggots. My flavor's a wound re-opening by
surprise, green fishes eyes flowing out. Wriggling
things. Gelatinous. Still alive and screaming -
out of key (slightly). Just enough to annoy you.
My flavor's a plunging elevator a millisecond
before it hits the cellar. A cellar with mutated
rats. Old - very old - lost teeth. Abortions.
Garbage. So pungent it hums - out of key
(slightly). Just enough to annoy you. My flavor's
your flavor. Deep within you. Hidden. Waiting to
get out...
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