Lyrics

I was a pussy in case he's a cunt Mood is a friend, and I hope that it brings you down I hope it brings you down I was offensive or he was a twat A face in the ground, and I hope it brings you down I hope it brings you down Nobody asked you, pretend like you care There's a splinter in your gown, and I hope that it brings you down (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah) I hope it brings you down I'm glad that it's gruesome bloody remnants of Alice Ann Bailey Unsweetened for your displeasure Wheezing competitors I have a hunch that knowledge is arrived at through abstraction Music languishes in restive air Earth angel abuse my substance Sex gelatine miasma (yeah, yeah...) Blavatskian Millenarian movement of theosophist scorned Through mediumistic contact every tree Dreams of blotting out the sky She's in his thorn of crowns, and I hope that it brings you down (Hopes that it brings you down) Is it important to say black chrome rodents? I really hope it brings you down Even love has cold hands when logic is the enemy Incentives to return into the sea caves Joro spiders menacing the eves Foreign voices beading on my hands and I am the demiurge of dead books One more story of lovers rock What's your worst trance? I score to hold you in perfect hexagram I am a de-activist Like birds of paradise lost I can't wait until you love my rose Après Thee Dèclassè, girl Après Thee Dèclassè, girl Every journalist a narc Every journalist a narc Fill your head with things you loathe Fill your head with things you loathe Lonely boy shitposting on a bench in McCarren Park Photographer of coprophagic turrets Insect strike a chord The chemical castration of turning Black chrome rodents of fallow seasons And I hope it brings you down And I hope it brings you down And I hope it brings you down And I hope it brings you down He said getting hit doesn't hurt if you Daydream decalcomania Experimental prisoner crossed eyes Sighs, liberation is too creepy And I hope it brings you down And I hope it brings you down And I hope it brings you down And I hope it brings you down Don't look for yourself in trauma Tears of worm worsen the nude Mood follicles maternal erection S and M addendum
Writer(s): Kevin Barnes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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