Welcome To Plainfield, Tobe Hooper lyrics
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Artist: Showbread Album: No Sir, Nihilism Is Not Practical
Lyrics
That thing inside my ribs is like a pile of reptiles Pressed on splintered vertebrae, so cold, so claustrophobic Echoing in hollow fuit are orders sent with love to you To serve a will more shallow still than paramecium
I'll bet your hands are beautiful I'm sure your head is beautiful But the world is ugly The world is ugly and it's true I'll bet your hands are beautiful I'm sure your head is beautiful But the world is ugly The world is ugly even after you
Invertebrates now contemplate Your lavishing and humble service All set to hide behind the guise That this empty thing can't hurt us Sensationalized for virgin eyes It's graphic, it's disturbing And it's worse still to think it's real Degrading and unnerving
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