Thought Industry – Gelatin Lyrics

THOUGHT INDUSTRYGelatin Lyrics Drip strawberry juice. Open shutters. Death birds. Elated. Elected. Universe. Sedative vein. Whole grain layered. Brightest sunshine. Brightest day. Spills the kitten’s milk. Cuts my hands. I place the knife to the ham of her face. Her face. Say you have to die and I’ll keep cutting. Say you have to die