Who To Blame Lyrics
Blame it on false childhoods and false reason and false shame Blame it on false travel, false explanation and false blame But you don't know who to blame But you don't know who to blame Blame it on false blood, milking rivers from a corpse
[Musick - Mike Beams, Lyrixxx - Matt Harvey]

All the world's indeed a corpse, and we are merely maggots
Dead on arrival is our only course, and if the toe fits, tag it
Sycophants, we're writhing blind, feeding off each others' regurgitation
Disgorging whatever waste we find, breeding our degradation with each
exhalation...

Lambs to the slaughter
Feast of fools upon the fodder
No trompe l'oreil to behold
Just a wretched drama to unfold...

Gnarled within this mortal coil
Within which

Didgin' out (instrumental) Lyrics
Composed by Jay Kay and Wallis Buchanan This song looks like to the instrumental songs of TWM. And personnaly I don't like it a lot, I find as boring as Didjeradama and Didjital Vibes.

the voracious feebly toil
Enamored of our own disease
We revel in our own grotesqueries...

Dissecting ourselves to find nothing alive
Just a mass of perversely animated pieces
Nothing within worthwhile to revive
We're mired knee-deep in our own fetid feces

Gorging our gnawing jaws with our own pathological waste
Like grubs wriggling in the rank feast of decay
We grind our own bones into dust each futile step we take
As we inch unseeing through day after day...

Consumer or consumed
W

BIG SKY Lyrics
You're packing your suitcase You're closing the door Move on to a new place Won't see you no more And the tears fall From heaven again I will miss you my old friend Headed for big sky Swim with the dolphins Down in the bay Ou

all end up as chyme and grume
Upon the fetid mass we choke
Leaving us in no position to appreciate the sick joke...

Twisted through this mortal coil
Now our unctuous desserts are brought to a boil
Somewhere between the living and the deceased
We gag on the feast of our grotesqueries...

[Lead - Mike]

Too consumed by consumption to see our own ends
We're all dead and only getting deader
Digging our own graves into which we gladly descend
In this cold coil we're shackled and fettered
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Would You Do It For Free? Lyrics
Would you do it for love? Would you do it for pride? If you gave it away Woud you be satisfied? On your hands and knees When the price is right You said you believe But would you stand up and fight? I think you better ask yourself Bef

BR> As we ingest each others' waste, in a frenzied feeding rush
Leaving everything sick and dead in our wake
Devouring each other in ravening, unheeding crush
As we gorge ourselves on all the tripe and offal we can intake...

Crass menagerie
Eschatological estuary
We create each others' atrocities
In this grotesquery

Asphyxiated by this mortal coil
Reaping rancid fruits long since despoiled
Until our depraved lives at last surcease
We'll hunger for more grotesqueries...