Artist: At the Drive-In
Song: one armed scissor
Yes this is the campaign
Slithered entrails in the cargo bay
A neutered is the vastness
Hallow vacuum check the oxygen tanks
They hibernate but have they kissed the ground
Pucker up and kiss the asphalt now
Tease this amputation
Splintered larynx, it has access now
Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from the one armed scissor
Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from the one armed scissor
Cut away, cut away
So send transmission from the one armed scissor
Cut away, cut away
Banked on memory, mummified circuitry
Skin graft machinery, sputnik sickles found in the seats
Self-destruct sequence, this station is non-operational
Species growing, bubbles in an IV loitering
Unknown origins, is this the comfort of being afraid?
Solar eclipsed, black out the vultures as they wait
Unknown, unknown, unknown, unknown, yeah
Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from the one armed scissor
Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from the one armed scissor
Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from the one armed scissor
Cut away, cut away
Dissect a trillion sighs away, will you get this letter?
Jagged pulp sliced in my veins, I write to remember
'Cause I'm a million miles away, will you get this letter?
Jagged pulp sliced in my veins, I write to remember
I write to remember, I write to remember
Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from the one armed scissor
Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from the one armed scissor
Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from the one armed scissor
Cut away, cut away, cut away, cut away
Cut away, cut away
