From split LP with Moloch moloch.bandcamp.com
Released by Feast of Tentacles and Halo of Flies
lyrics
Paint drawing, skipping around,
Barrettes and rubber bands,
Protection at all costs.
A bumbling, two different fates,
Brown hair, blue eyes.
I hum Magyar to get to sleep.
Your caw of life is a nightmare.
You don't know what it means.
The simplicity of it all takes pure form,
Terrified to hold you when it only means
We're going to have to run.
What is he? What is she?
Rip the talking box out.
Sister wolf eats the throat of the jester,
Here to fucking perform.
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I'm recovering from an Ileostomy, having had my colon removed because of a m'fing tumor. I've got this stoma on my belly that I now excrete through into a fucking bag. Not happy. But Thou have put a smile on my face with this. Life's a bitch then you die. Best thing to do is make sure you've got a good soundtrack- and this is an amazing one moggydon