Archers Of Loaf - Hate Paste lyrics

Bit my lip

And it's the same thing.

Now I'm reduced to a pulp.

Your undisturbed and decorated

Decorations lie.

You're hounded by pulse

Stabbed by spit

And your brain fits

Despite your ears.

Another one has run in.

Rotten and gossiped,

You're all used up

With a burst up shell.

Why're you gonna try it

If you know you don't like it

How're you gonna give it up

If you ain't got it.

Why're you gonna use it

If you think that it's broke.

What are you gonna swell to show

The things that you're breaking down, down, down.

Down cold thresh flesh paste

Deliver hate paste.

Voices sick and swelling

You say you don't like it.

You say you don't like it.

But you just don't get it

You just don't get it.

You're hounded by pulse,

Stabbed by spit

And your brain shits

To clog your ears.

A casual mark

Made by a bird.

Look what you lost

With your fair hands.

Why're you gonna try it

If you know you don't like it.

How're you gonna give it up

If you ain't got it.

Why're you gonna use it

If you think that it's broke

Why're you gonna swell the show

The things that you're breaking down, down, down