I can feel your breath blowing across the field of hair that's on my arm. (arm...as in an arm that I could cut off)
Care for me in all my times of woe and I will promise you a worm. (worm...as though it was the only worm I had)
I admit it I committed all the super artificial sins and sleepings you predicted that I would not share.
With the aid of all the best technology above the stars and moon (moon me as the car drives off in the day)
We can solve the problems of the world We should give the graveyard in your hands
We can signify the massive breakfast that awaits in open war.


from Glass in Everyone's Tongue, released October 20, 2009


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SF Bay area based music project. Percussion experimental etc. Check out my new project --> i-voidhangerrecords.bandcamp.com/album/onkos

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