Thought Industry – Gelatin Lyrics

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