Sideline Missles

The Curse Of Kill Manjaro

1. Metanoia (03:39) 2. Sideline Missles (02:50) 3. Tootsie: Fosters Baloney pt.1 (04:21) 4. Tetanus In Dementia (05:54)

I want you to know holy girl
You were the last trace prey, a doll
Controlled by most various scripts -
Installed, combined with servo-sys - attached to ero-sensors -
You have a long trip road so, do not push the step through.

And when the minor cataracts will stir the calm in your eyes
Swallow panacea, but remember to…
Remain a conscious in your acts, erase the weeds from interface
despite your new religion, the coherent one.

When do you fall from an distressing edge -
Draining taste of failure, twisting dose of hemlock

Circle the clock, load or rewind
Press the fixing button, fell the riff of freedom

Temporarily solved, proclivity for dope wakes
the monster, that feed with anesthetics, it served you well
but the virus couldn’t stand the pressure, of every your count…
Let me bee your guinea-pig, Let me see your apparatus bleed,
Let me bathe in ribbons of mine salutary entrails. I’ll be happy to…drawn.

Puff the ashes! Raised in the new life, no more fragile, like I was before
In every aspect I’m so surpassing
No more fragile, like I was before

Deeper, drawn, let me drown, deeper, let me DRAWN!!

The crack in skull is virtue
You stare at every curvature