Thought Industry – Gelatin Lyrics

Drop the plate. Whole grain
layered. Maggot. Brightest day. I place the knife to the
ham of her face. Mick my friend. Thick as gelatin. Elected. Some day our understanding will
be described as lovers swapping lies. Say you
have to die and I’ll keep cutting you. Universe. Spills the
kitten’s milk. No skin. Sedative vein. Death birds. Brightest sunshine. Her face. Open shutters. I’m under the table. It’s a magic world. Butterfly. Say you have to die and I’ll keep cutting. THOUGHT INDUSTRYGelatin Lyrics
Drip strawberry juice. No skin. Swim erratic in the water. As how man and
dog relate. Cuts my hands. Elated.