Song Meat

Lyrics for Song Meat

I suppose I can break The highly unlikely rock and all its vows All roped off as is the wood Fine luggage dilemma of love and money I know now the problem Lost no one Wire of the human heart No none Of its twelve plugs can be pulled To tear all veins in one fell swoop There's no thorn sheets of plaster skin And so much thinking makes a little of tick tick tick tick And of lies What's left of fires eating off of faces Spreading in the ink of traffic idiots The bright red skeleton of a cynic And the fine line differences in skin consistency Are ever so slightly permanent These are the things that'll never be solved And evermore concrete of this song street And nowhere concrete for new song street And evermore concrete of this song street And nowhere concrete for new song street And evermore concrete of this song street And nowhere concrete for new song street And evermore concrete of this song street And nowhere concrete for your bitch ass street So look out A frozen lake of salt Spy on me Is the slowing down of your brain Around the circus or the night The result Of me Destroyed Slow growth Which results in The water falling through an eye Washing hands of faces And evermore concrete of this song street And nowhere concrete for new song street And evermore concrete of this song street And nowhere concrete for new song street And evermore concrete of this song street And nowhere concrete for new song street And evermore concrete of this song street And nowhere concrete for your bitch ass street So look out