1. Armless And Overactive
2. Who's Handling The Population Paste?
Don't you want to know the truth about dishonorable discharge?
For that special one-gun salute to the fellow N.R.A. holes
Yada yada yada yada
Plaster every sore
A question for you my self proclaimed profit, are you angry?
Now you can go from cocaine onto Rogaine in 2.5 seconds
So become your very own post-civilized, flawless, best friend
Microprocessor upon microprocessor upon microprocessor upon microprocessor
Dear fools and barbarians why don't you ask yourself if you can still recall the Alamo
In this botched blitzkrieg of drive-through c**ture and sweaty cadaver driven vessels
So call it a lifestyle, but it's really a filthy f****** traffic jam in
Disguise...
And you won't say s*** even if your mouth is full of it
3. Invented Organs
4. New Tongue Sweepstakes
Hyponagogic logic dictates,
Quite cogently,
That it is your turn to wear the lampshade
Right on time
5. Consenting Abscess
[Part 1]
Is this fun yet?
Hold those horses, and jump that a**
s*****r s*****r and climb up that spine
[Part 2]
Eyes clouded, I, Troglodyte must welcome the sonic cannibals
[Thought transmission Hands did submit]
Moral m********
Claimed punishment was always self inflicted
2. Who's Handling The Population Paste?
Don't you want to know the truth about dishonorable discharge?
For that special one-gun salute to the fellow N.R.A. holes
Yada yada yada yada
Plaster every sore
A question for you my self proclaimed profit, are you angry?
Now you can go from cocaine onto Rogaine in 2.5 seconds
So become your very own post-civilized, flawless, best friend
Microprocessor upon microprocessor upon microprocessor upon microprocessor
Dear fools and barbarians why don't you ask yourself if you can still recall the Alamo
In this botched blitzkrieg of drive-through c**ture and sweaty cadaver driven vessels
So call it a lifestyle, but it's really a filthy f****** traffic jam in
Disguise...
And you won't say s*** even if your mouth is full of it
3. Invented Organs
4. New Tongue Sweepstakes
Hyponagogic logic dictates,
Quite cogently,
That it is your turn to wear the lampshade
Right on time
5. Consenting Abscess
[Part 1]
Is this fun yet?
Hold those horses, and jump that a**
s*****r s*****r and climb up that spine
[Part 2]
Eyes clouded, I, Troglodyte must welcome the sonic cannibals
[Thought transmission Hands did submit]
Moral m********
Claimed punishment was always self inflicted