Lyrics Terror Fabulous - Themselves

Terror Fabulous

Of recent events
Certain things have come to light
John Wolf you are no Robin
The way I play
Boy and the dark bag
For my belongings
And for the dark bag shines
A modest proposal on bones
Elapsing towards a running mirror’s
Open mouth
Or at the swallowed
Black version of a hotelroom
Bent inside the off trap
Of it’s bowed out T.V. screen…
The bag allows
Animates again
And extracts its silvered still
This time
A kicked over cactus
Full with
Raven’s eggs, dried bees
And a cherry on top
Backed by gray sky
And ball pit stretching
Off into the distance
It has become dead cat clear
I strap no gat
To bring the sun back
Casting hats with all my heart at gravity
Its become muscle cat clear
A staunch near to the knuckle
Today i caught the mirror stalling
It cast me with a blurr face
Like that of suspects
Being led in custody to questioning
Will you constantly ring
A small gold bell with the pulled blade
Of a tea spoon for the rest of your life
Even from the pretty pith of your turned around eye
I think one ears gone rotten
And the other’s clogged with your spilt seed and
Loosed marrow in a crust
Caught
On occasion cold eyed
Selling discs to the squares
Putout and mirror only
While the tree’s ring
Reading off pills
While the sun runs fauna
To the all time tic of 100 million years in insect kingdom
Over and mirror only
While the trees ring