Obsessed with this song. Obsessed with this album. Made art about it :)
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Obsessed with this song. Obsessed with this album. Made art about it :)
smashing up the drywall of tyndalls basement to this album would fix me
Baptized in a wet dream Soaking through my jeans I was born again South-southeast of Bethlehem
Coming clean Off a clean high from my white guy A tight tie and a set scene Bet my brain Lost a billion cells
To gain Motivation through the pain Coming back to ground and Down that sewer drain
The moonlit dust, collected, just erected houses in the hills of un-recycled bills The room, it itches for a scratch A hole my kit just couldn’t patch Spiderwebs are vacant, the beds of vagrants A bit past patience Become complacent The numbers never multiply And slumber’s ever just a lie away
i need: love to come a shove to leave the plug to feed me electricity paint to dry (i'll watch it until i die) grass to grow slowly below me skin to feel sin with mass appeal a windowpane to sign my name in hot breath paint on a big white frame