who doesn‘t like to spill their spunk on selfmade decorations
who doesn‘t like to run from inescapeable frustrations
who doesn‘t like to be impaled on lubed-up expectations
just shove it in and if it splinters blame your own creation
humming along
moving the lips
intent withdrawn
getting to grips
who doesn‘t like to see themselves in the ailments of their patients
who doesn‘t like excuses to give meaning to their patience
who doesn‘t like to go numb on the search for more sensations
experience dissolves, swallowed by aimless conversations
staring into space
waiting for time to pass
i might remember this wrong
these aren‘t the words to this song
and we looked stupid all along
overwhelmed by disgust at what i‘m regurtgitating
nostalgia bought me these opaque shades, that‘s when i stopped shaking
oh i hope i get my lethal injection from the prettiest maids
oh i hope i get my herpes infection from the tastiest grapes
36 choice cuts - one from each 2015 LP, plus music from new signings on the mighty and 25-years-strong Relapse label. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 4, 2015