Daddy? Yes, son. What does regret mean? Well son, the funny thing about regret is that it's better to regret something you have done than to regret
Call a suicide, come on 17 year locust If not now when? 17 year locust If not now when? 17 year locust If not now when? 17 year locust If not now when
down Down they come The swarm of locusts Skies above Converge to choke us Feast of souls Consume the harvest Young and old Suffer unto the locust Surrender
shadow of the world a field of locust swarming down again a field of locust swarming down a field of locust swarming down again a field of locust swarming
small reward Don't announce time of the final call My dream was this, across the sky A slate-gray cloud that filled the eye A slate-gray cloud Comes through the dust, locust
It was the year The crows and the locusts came The fields drained dry the rain The fields are bleeding "Daddy don't cry, it'll be alright" She puts some
bread on the table Burn the mill, salt the paper And it's easy pickins on Locust Street There's no place to hide And you can't find love on Locust Street
see the doctor Be smart shrink the world? But I can't wait to see the doctor Dust-off ready Take-off Oil a mink Follow the locust Write a letter, drop
Save, save, save, save, save, save, save, save Save, save, save, save, save, save, save, save Save, save, save, save, save, save, save, save Save, save
'll die, By a reaping hook Locust, Locust Furnace, Furnace Corruption, In the goat herd Flesh crumbles, In the real world Silence Barren My furnace Appealed The locust
aim for the heart 'cause you've seen it on t.v., aim for the heart 'cause you've seen it in a movie. often given what is wanted. because blood only mixes
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, stamp out" Mechanized
Drained blood from your own spine in a trophy. Dead skin cells drip charity crumbs. Biting the hand that feeds, Deemed an unhealthy meal. When slipping
Genius or most genius? Uh, well, actually...neither. Cancel Christmas, those carbon units are all over the "them" just like a cheap suit. The cheapest
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
inbred jed, yea you might as well be dead. the removal of the screws that fasten the brain into the skull. well how about them hogs?