Gather towards the lighters burning in commemorative solace
The doom and gloom upon their muzzles
Mixed with mincemeat from the month before the month before the month before
Marmalade of bad luck churning in your stomach
Infected by the currency curse
Unsure if it's ever considered worse to eat your brother metaphorically or literally
Abolished to hell either way for portraying negative energy and imagery in this pristine utopia
We harbor history and bodies in the closets from which the monsters were defeated and deported
Bellies are full
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There's something in the water
Fuck fighting off pollution
Mermen arise on the backs of leeches that suck the blood from all my hobbies
Got me peeling off my skin so I can afford to wash my body
Blindly find a herd with clinging to
Devoid of counterculture
Just like the vultures that you harbor
I caught you breathing
In this air
That's always steaming off my skin
I bathed in a river
Made of oil paint
And the cost not paid for what my ancestors have done
what i’d consider a hidden gem from dts. i love all their records dearly but this is on some other shit. favorite tracks: m&m’s, rabbit hole, jump for joy cunabear