2009-02-01
A grand scene for a color film
Return to sender, Carried straight from the womb to the grave Your eyes have been paled to emptiness All thing have been carved out by the unceasing haunts of (this) the Great Manipulator It's the end of the Earth or something like that Sit down, let's break out the shotguns, We're going to town. You've given us user friendly grenades So just what are you trying to say? What Are You Trying To Say?
- A grand scene for a color film
- Blueprints for future homes
- A small spark vs. a great forest
- A temperamental widower
- The end of all things will be televised
- Songs sound much sadder
- The longest lasting statement
- Amnesty please
- Like swimming circles
- Cemetery like a stage
- No passenger : no parasite
