Thought Industry – Gelatin Lyrics

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