Age Of Electric – Decamputate
Pull my cord and I’ll speak…I’ll roll over and beg…I’ll fall down and play dead for you…Crack your whip and I’ll serve…Raise your voice and I...
Pull my cord and I’ll speak…I’ll roll over and beg…I’ll fall down and play dead for you…Crack your whip and I’ll serve…Raise your voice and I...
Cranky…Make a pest a pet…It stops annoying me…Mosquito burst from too much my exotic red…A good year but rotten grapes…To find me one escape…Cranky…I licked the...
Falling up the stairs I met…A soft target designing bullets…How could we sleep through the impact…Our world blew up…You were born in ’75 with silver tone...
Love Life…Should be mine to give you…Love Life…Should be mine to take…Seal the windows turn on the gas…Empty my wrists in the bath…Jump to see if...
She read your words on my TV…So much anger in her grief…A candle lit for you…And the words you wrote they sang with so much truth…More...
She read your words on my TV…So much anger in her grief…A candle lit for you…And the words you wrote they sang with so much truth…More...
Enya…In your language is there a word for anger…Or is it in your temple where you hide…Enya…In your temple your flowers bloom like fire…But now your...
I could swear I’m no smarter than a squirrel…Feel safe asleep inside the violent squeals…It’s the way the milky system turns…In a fourth dimension hiding three...
I’m not staying, I’m not staying around…How’d you get get get so down…I cannot pick you up when I can’t even pick up myself…You’re only happy...
Bottled up and coming down…Binge and purge and yet you never miss a meal…Fashion = fascism…Bolan smiling down on your empty intentions…Vacant grace…Fall or fly…I don’t...
I want you to think about it…To think about the things that he said…I want you to live without it…To breathe without the bruises on your...
Give…You know she gave till she was running like a fucking slave…Take…You know he took cause she was running on an empty tank…A tongue made of...
Halloween in disguise…They shine to you…Search out myths in blank space thankfully confused…Twisted by media church and TV images overlap…Face down face down…In the fearless rug…So...
I don’t get it…I completely understand…She’s the perfect person…I hate the bitch…I’d like to talk to her and not say a word…My thought out instinct is...
My stained glass soul all consumed…Drown in denial, choke on the truth…My swollen tongue has left me dumb…Too numb in my confusion…Bitter words not meant to...
You’re sick of me and no one else…I must agree I scare myself…Can you explain why this must be like pulling teeth…I guard my secret from...
Remote Control words and music by Ryan Dahle The difference between us is negative one…The math is simple…Subtract...
On the simplest question I’ll go blank…The complexities attack my appetite…How can I get out of this…Doesn’t feel right…I’m so thick she eats with a fork…I’ll...
And thankless sungheroes drive-by…Highway art, lava rock rain down…Stuck me in stone, ID no more than belief…Imagine us for 4 on Rushmore…From rivers to ruts the...
What lures what traps…Intentions are fast snaps…Fast snaps…A zipper a cage…From your whisper to rage everytime…Every single time…The bleeding obvious bold as you complain…All of it...