Thought Industry – Gelatin Lyrics

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