THEY THINK THEY ARE THE ROBOCOP KRAUS

אינדי

AS UGLY AS THEY WANNA BE

RIDDLES ARE ABOUND TONIGHT

BRICKS ARE HEAVY

AND THE HORSE THEY RODE ON IN

YOU ARE THE QUARRY

WHAT WOULD THE COMMUNITY THINK

THEY KNOW WHAT GHOST KNOW

THE PRIEST THEY CALLED HIM

LIFT YR.SKINNY FISTS LIKE ANTENNAS TO HEAVEN!

THEY THREW US ALL IN A TRENCH AND STUCK A MONUMENT ON TOP.

SUNLIT

THE MAN THEY COULDN'T HANG

THERE ARE WITCHES IN THE WOODS

THEY WERE WRONG SO WE DROWNED

WAVES ARE UNIVERSAL

THINK TANK

WE ARE SCIENCE

SOMETIMES I SIT AND THINK AND SOMETIMES I JUST SIT

Memories are now

We used to bloom