At The Drive In - Rolodex Propaganda lyrics

Pinch history feel the pinch blistering

Pinch me in my dreams cause i'm still not listening

X marks the spot on your calendar days

A beard half eaten smiled crawling with legs

Temper temper temperature

Manuscript replica

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In infrared is how we saw the night that lit up scarecrow plots

The nerve that pinches crippled hobbled frolicked flat on its own face

In infrared is how we saw the night that lit up scarecrow plots

The nerve that pinches crippled hobbled frolicked flat on its own face

Jigsaw pattern dominoes left a trail

The whites of their eyes polaroids of the tale

For our amusement we bring stares to the defendants

Mechanical panaceas absolved by history

Phonetic paralysis inflicted through morality

The seed that it nurtured was a wilted bouquet

Temper temper temperature

Manuscript replica

(cu-cu-cu-cu-cut it)

Squirming through cuts in a throat cut it... cut it...