Idiosyncratic Particle Mother

Strained spliced rice that is weaved for cover

A little beef and in it some sugar

Will make a meal for a corporate lover

Mother succumbs to her battery jacket

Wraps her siblings in a factory packet

She wants to take them to the fair

All of the treats and the corpses are there

Tie's as straight as a die

Your teeth are so white

You're looking just right

SWANKY

GREEDY

BREATH

And it's all so pretty on the sun

DAY YEARS LEFT

And underneath smells the foul sight of

FIRE OVER THE HILL

Moves made, pleasantly, pleasantly over you

Time's come, desperately for something new

Endlings of Isn't

Look at the wisdom

It's clearly broken

Wisdom is broken, the wisdom is broken

Wisdom is broken, the wisdom is broken

The subject of this song makes us feel very angry

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And their blood is all over your wretched desk