Thought control ghost written confessions
Two dimensions dumb your head down
Duck don't look now company missiles!
Power is raunchy rent-a-cops are watching!!
Making their dreams out of paper mache
Cliche wasted hate taste tested
HELL YES.
Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow
Breaking points on the verge of pointless
Fools anointed to the followers fanfare
Look for the common not superficial
Code red cola war conformity crisis
Perfunctory idols rewriting their bibles
With magic markers running out of their ink
Lives in white out
Turn the lights out
Fax machine anthems get your damn hands up
Unparalleled, obscure. Non?
I cannot be summed up in a mere paragraph.
I'd rather not.
A labyrinthine is far more enthralling than the box folk.
Chuaigh mé chun aonaigh is dhÃol mé mo bhó.
Ar chúig phunta airgid is ar ghinà bhuà óir
Má ólaim an t-airgead is má bhronnaim an t-ór
