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"Rolodex Propaganda"

Откуда песня:
Rolodex Propaganda Single Realtionship Of Command

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 tempered temperature
Temper tempered temperature

Manuscript replica
You cut it, yes yes you cut it cut cut it
Manuscript replica
You cut, you cut cut cut cut it
Manuscript replica
You cut it, you got it yeah
Manuscript replica
Yeah you got you got it yeah

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 tempered temperature
Temper tempered temperature

Manuscript replica
You cut it, yes yes you cut it cut cut it
Manuscript replica
Yes, you cut cut cut cut it cut it
Manuscript replica
Ah you got it ah
Manuscript replica
Cut, cut, cut cut cut cut it

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

Squirming through cuts in a throat
Cut it, cut it
Squirming through cuts in a throat
Cut it, cut it
Squirming through cuts in a throat
Cut it, cut it
Squirming through cuts in a throat

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