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Artiste:
Dissociatives (The)
Titre:
Horror With Eyeballs
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Behind this gold picket fence lies a whole institute Where wallpaper painters scrape and scarecrows swell waterlogged, Now I got dead time on my hands For feeding my animals, All of this time on my hands So far has gone to feeding my animals On this dark kissed day the light shines through only you Or is it because your silhouette is your frame like an empty window, Now I got cold time up my sleeve, I’m feeling destitute, All of this time on my hands So far has gone to feeding my animals I feel root vegetable! Am I dead? Or buried alive? I sleep warm velvet wand, Buy the night…I’m selling the sun, my skin feels Silky smooth now I’m buried in mud All of this time on my hands, So far has gone to feeding my animals, All of that time I was dead, Limbless in bed, sedated experiment na, na, na, na