Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kief Catcher, artist - I Set My Friends On Fire. Date of issue: 16.06.2011
Song language: English
Kief Catcher |
| Watch your back |
| Or I will have your girlfriend on hers |
| Keep that nympholeptic, |
| My typo chick is hypodermic |
| I’m a sonic salesman |
| Handling a brief case loaded with frequencies |
| Provided for the deaf -and-dumb |
| Salivating fuzzed receptions, |
| Still have their lips |
| Suctioned on my thumb |
| Just trying to lighten up the mood dude, |
| Blowin' out your attitude |
| Now remain your ass calm |
| Or I make you disappear, |
| After I clear this smoke bomb |
| I’m glad irrepressible tremors, |
| Carry zero context or tone |
| Bashed that skull cap, |
| With your own cellular phone |
| Found malodorous residue, |
| I have a feeling they barbecued you |
| Beings were blaring |
| Queer diapason jams, |
| Centrifugally forced to cash |
| Grand galactic grams |
| A flexible cystotome like |
| Device saw what was flawed, |
| The biopsy was an |
| Indelible optical saccade |
| Achromatic couldn’t fit it’s chroma |
| With the help of fate |
| Leader precentor hocks a sacred lodged key |
| The frantic search for me, begins unceremoniously |
| Intra-axonally whiplashed |
| Exemplary ages ago |
| Chucked the longest geographical stretch, |
| A span can depot |
| Intra-axonally whiplashed |
| Exemplary ages ago. |
| Chucked the longest geographical stretch, |
| A span can depot a span can depot |
| Please, hubristic disease, |
| Incarnate each cathexes. |
| Foaming alchemical dust debris |
| Clumpy excerpts are droopy guarantees |