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Early tomorrow I am disgusting,
Phantoms and subways,
Clustered hallucinations
The sky is spitting thunderbolts at random intervals,
The wind breaks it's course like a blinded feral dog,
Our guardian angels turn their backs with shame, not disgust,
Although I am afraid, I will stay,
The mountains turn to beachfront and the beach does wash away,
The clouds conceal an evil plot we only contemplate,
The golden hair of angels spindles plastic and disease,
Although I am afraid, I will stay
Synthetic valleys,
Synthetic mountains,
We walk together through horror and sickness
The sky is spitting thunderbolts at random intervals,
The wind breaks it's course like a blinded feral dog,
Our guardian angels turn their backs with shame, not disgust,
Although I am afraid, I will stay,
The mountains turn to beachfront and the beach does wash away,
The clouds conceal an evil plot we only contemplate,
The golden hair of angels spindles plastic and disease,
Although I am afraid, I will stay
Plastic virtues around every corner,
Stars are exploding, but in exploding, they die
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- Quetzalcoatl
- She Has No Control
- Open Road: The Allied Years (1992–1997)
- Nostalgic for Nothing
- J Church / Storm the Tower - Split EP
- How to Be Punk, Volume 1
- Return of the Read Menace
- The Precession of Simulacra - The Map Preceeds the Territory
- Five Years on the Streets
- Yellow, Blue and Green
- Camels, Spilled Corona and the Sound of Mariachi Bands
- One Mississippi
- The Drama of Alienation
- Mailorder is FUN!
- Arbor Vitae
- The Year of the Rat
- Prophylaxis
- Analysis, Yes, Very Nice
- Society Is a Carnivorous Flower