[thurston]
Hes running on a tuff gnarl in his head
Hes got a fatal erection home in bed
Hes really smart and hes really fast
Hes got a hard tit killer fuck in his past
Saints preserve us in hot young stuff
The saving grace is a sonic pig pile
Amazing grazing strange and raging
Flies are flaring through your brains
Spastic flailing literally raising my roof
An adrenal mental man-tool box explodes in music creates utopia
You gnarl out on my nerves you weird and crush the cranking raunch
Flesh dirt forcefield lost and found lets burn your broken heart
Set our sight on sights not yet set lets scorch your wavo wig
Lets poke your eyes out