Vacant Lights

Interlopers Lyrics – Vacant Lights

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Interlopers Lyrics by Vacant Lights

And still rats run like thieves in broad moonlight; or dead matter behind the clouds; keep your nose to the grindstone. Fragile like a web in the wind, Orange b#stard with Shitheap Regalia laps at his wounds. His innards grind down introspective luncheons like guns spurting lasers into interstellar space. Plagued by migraine. Fretworks of fire. Cling to convictions like a moth to a funeral pyre. Manufacture your memory, divagate your dialect. Take a walk, you dolorous dipshit dopefiend
But when the air runs out

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