Lyrics Dust Collector - Cara Neir

Dust Collector

Shutting the blinds first prepping for the evening
Open up the bag of seeds, slightly contorted bead priority
Clammy germ obtains the seed, operating selflessly…
Spare the on-ramp, highway speeds exhaust his lunacy
Where do you fall?
We’re all placemats to dogs
The substance keeps like glue
Tying up your arm again are you?
I am
Brick dust compound rotten fruit;
try
Tell me, what are those men doing over there?
Injection sport shotguns commence at the docks harbored by the H trade