song lyrics from the callous daoboys posted at pseudorandom intervals (approx. 8 times/day)
maintainer
@ijomeli@void.rehab
spill it in your purse with the cap off
supercollider
crippler
fame (i'd like to thank the academy)
fake (i love your hair, oh my god)
zenith (this summer)
teeth
seven (because seven ate nine)
moon (that's no moon)
your last chance to fake your death
your last chance to trade words in our cage
'till we run out of ones we know
so while you're miserable at the party, you can kill the navigation
(witness this)
basic chemistry
stagnant science middle child
there's so much i wanna s-s-s-say but i just keep my fucking mouth shut
sister syzygy
don't you hate being
lay your hair down, so i can burn it
i am so grateful for the way that you're supposed to be
when will things change? i'm enjoying myself
i'm raising eyebrows, but i'll never get caught
press up your chest, that's how i like it
you'll never know, she'll feel hell if she does
don't ever tell, i'll win in court
6 months felt fine
it's time to swim
lockstep with his peers' "moral" code
he'll burn when we black out the sun
could i get a rainbow sign?
something to remember you by?
eyes like water rides
'cause you can be a legend at a guitar center or an office job
is meant to challenge, provoke and above all
writhing in the covers of blind faith, empty quivers
care for your lungs, when dead spies stack us in mass graves like animal tetris
the catholic girl with body paint
and did you want your receipt?
uh, no thanks, i'm good, thank you so much (you're all set)
there's so much out there that i wish spoke of
a few more years and a re-issue should clear it up
inefficient little fake rockstar
