yes, my god is a nesting doll she feels so real in the scheme of it all she's the rich man's bermuda triangle shallow when i spit so i swallow my congestion
and the sewage of the title tracks could have had a hint of subtlety repeating lyrics, instances of loops, "go on and dig it" let the stomping grounds secrets stalk and end this execution (say goodbye to everyone that you love) blood-letter, you're running dry (disgusted by the way that you act)
