song lyrics from the callous daoboys posted at pseudorandom intervals (approx. 8 times/day)
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these words couldn't be more torn
these branches couldn't be more important
whatever you could imagine in poor taste
is a new favorite game of the famous poor house, so
hike up your skirt, spill champagne on the coffin
get off her socks, spill red wine in the trash
i never wanted to take up all your time)
theory
disposal
advance
pose
is meant to challenge, provoke and above all
do you feel the blades inside you?
everyone gets tired
everyone gets tired of creative torture
no, there is no answer
there's no answer
spill it in your purse with the cap off
i smell deliverance
in lake water gasoline
i smell deliverance
so take it off and remember the love scene
and to bloom is to fall on the sword
"how can i milk this?"
"how weak can he truly feel?"
candy paint came from abstinence
i had a million dreams, i had a thousand visions, yeah
and if i make it west, if it takes all year
i'll swallow my tongue and curse route 66
there's so much space and time left to discover
(even when it's dead and turning into salt)
you can breathe outside, i lied to make you stay
your punisher skull on your ford and your facebook wall
everything you share is to reinforce your worldview
no one will muzzle you like i will with my own bare hands
this place is a fucking pig sty
