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Book Of Bot `The Locust`

He's a wretch and Like all the rest he thinks There's time to make trouble And time to make a mess He says "Punch in, automate, stomp on, stomp out" Mechanized and traumatized He's tapping things obsessively

Locust `a-ha`

don't know - make it I don't know - shake it I don't know - break it down O' weeping night O' grieving sky O' rabbit wind You just flew by Grant me this Some small reward Don't announce The

Master & Servant `Locust`

game We like to play you see A game with added reality You treat me like a dog Get me down on my knees We call it master and servant We call it master and servant It's a lot like life This play between the

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내가 말했잖아 `Locust`

?내가 말했잖아 기쁠땐 웃어 버리라고 복사꽃 두뺨이 활짝 필때까지 내가 말했잖아 슬플땐 울어 버리라고 슬픔이 넘칠땐 차라리 웃어버려 소녀야 왜 또 이 밤 이다지도 행복할까 아이야 왜 또 이 밤 이다지도 서글플까 내가 말했잖아 기쁠땐 웃어 버리라고 복사꽃 두뺨이 활짝 필때까지 내가 말했잖아 슬플땐 슬플땐 울어 버리라고 슬픔이 넘칠땐 차라리 웃어버려 소녀야 왜...

하늘색 꿈 `Locust`

?아침햇살에 놀란 아이눈을 보아요 파란 가을하늘이 그 눈속에 있어요 애처로운 듯 푸른 아이들의 눈에선 거짓이 새긴 눈물은 아마 흐르지 않을거야 세상사에 시달려 가며 자꾸 흐려지는 네눈을 보면 이미 지나버린 나의 어린 시절 꿈이 생각나 난 어른이 되어도 하늘빛 고운 눈망울 간직하리라던 나의 꿈 어린 꿈이 생각나네 세상사에 시달려 가며 자꾸 흐려지는 네눈을 보...

Tower Of Mammal `The Locust`

Sluggish synapses mocking Cro-Magnon's first impressions, Also gently leaning towards the nearest black hole. And even time reversal, symmetry Is baffled by the smirkless face of history.

AOTKPTA `The Locust`

Ideological leper, newly planted tower: Grows from the ground and spills its guts out on the sidewalk Pseudo politico, flat talk o'clock: Rolls past the site of a flesh insurrection Sidestepping creep,

Anything Jesus Does, I Can Do Better `The Locust`

Everyday I add to the list of people who can kiss my ass and imagine Mr. W sucking the fuck out of it. What is your astrological sign? Stop. Stop! Funny, hahaha.

Hot Tubs Full Of Brand New Fuel `The Locust`

It's easy to replace in the name of progress It's easy to replace in the name of progress Wink wink, nudge nudge. Obsolete fuel, so lobbyists pull an alternate mule.

Identity Exchange Program Rectum Return Policy `The Locust`

I don't even know him Liaison for the nervous your consensual embryo is revoked Leave your body out of this Passive aggressive bolts filled with anxiety loosen amidst this cyanide vacuum Its time for the

Scavenger, Invader `The Locust`

The highways (The Slipstreams of half-sacks) Are jammed up from pillar to post Night changes things: Everything is foul and filthy the reign The settlers are kicking off their shoes Flex those comets,

Late For A Double Date With A Pile Of Atoms In The Water Closet `The Locust`

Arbiter of shittily planned dilemmas you were born with only three faces shit down to the sub-atomic level to the last quark Martyrs mocking, lepers vomiting while everyone and their mother team up with

Recyclable Body Fluids In Human Form `The Locust`

mythology (dickology), don't miss out Just an ambidextrous hunch spawning an armless puppet child skeptically in cahoots with objectionable arch archetypes Gullibility's acknowledgment confirms by means of

God Wants Us All To Work In Factories `The Locust`

A snake eating its own tail, Riding the new wave of new. Wading in the sentimental sperm of now. Don't wait for God to judge you because we can do that.

Twenty-Three Lubed Up Schizophrenics With Delusions Of Grandeur `The Locust`

Seemed like the right thing to do at the time but Dr. quackenfish is in the driver's seat now. Aesthetically pleased to the point of ambivalence.

File Under 'Soft Core Seizures' `The Locust`

Chancrous syphilologist I'm not sure if you understand our kicks this specialized sweep is a soggy donation Rotten milk and a history of spoiled eggs. Breakfast.

Your Mantel Disguised As A Psychic Sasquatch `The Locust`

The chicken bit it (The foreskin knew it) The sultry salesman worked to keep his high heels on.

Wet Dream War Machine `The Locust`

Stop talking politics Rephrase, Rephrase Hibernating phantom friend Witness, Witness There's a hotbed of isms around here All hail the chopper, the blitzkrieg, the tank, Never mind the ethics involved

Pickup Truck Full Of Forty Minutes `The Locust`

'White Nights' (Red Lights) Silent sirens Calm and brutal Kingdom comes Praying dagger (drunk and haggard) Found a sin and pulled the pin That old fuck has run amok his number is up...

Listen, The Mighty Ear Is Here `The Locust`

Violent Huckster You're out of luck, sir Wire-tapped and Booby-trapped Wet nurse asks, "What's your amusement?" Wet dreams answer "Deadly powders, Napalm showers and Glowing cans." Is it curfew yet?

Pulling The Christmas Pig By The Wrong Pair Of Ears `The Locust`

Q: If the aunt had balls she would be? A: Uh, the uncle. Q: And in more trouble than? A: A pregnant nun.

Solar Panel Asses `The Locust`

Give back those dirty plungers the trumpet players can't bleed without them. The spinster mechanic is late to work no eat, no sleep, ect. Well what did you expect?

Slum Service(Served On The Sly) `The Locust`

The signs say: He's sketchy (singing all of his sighs) It seems my pig comrade Has tripped Around town A chattering tone was stacking stones, Building a conversation.

Captain Gaydar It's Time To Wind Your Clock Again `The Locust`

What came first the chicken or the moron? I'd say the moron potty trained or not.

Full Frontal Obscurity `The Locust`

Questionless outweigh the collective's sensible side. Poverty on Pangaea can polarize plenty more. Till there are only two classes left: dick and serf.

Mirror - Bot `고진현`

Hey guys 두 눈을 마주보고 얘기하니 좋네요 두 눈 속에 내가 보이네요 Cheers 달콤한 와인한잔 원샷 하니 투명한 glass 잔에 내가 비치네요 내가 어딜 보고 있게 너일까 아닐까 모르겠지 널 보며 웃는거 같니 봐라 봐라 봐라 잘 봐라 비밀을 알려줄게 쉿 secret 사실은 말야 너 말고 날 보고 있는 거야 Mirror bot

Moerae (The Locust) `Idiot Pilot`

The days gone waste time Such spell settle, settle A sweet little Farewell Hey They don't wait back Where are the locusts?

Earwax Halo Manufactured For The Champion In All Of Us `The Locust`

Brains can't believe eyes, i just want the thing

Priest With The Sexually Transmitted Diseases, Get Out Of My Bed `The Locust`

Santa Claus hijack, fuck-a-rama always getting a good look at the meat rack Before shooting blanks into a loaded crowd Hypothetical hunger is not directly proportional to hypothetical appetite