Lyrics: Clutch. Jam Room. I Send Pictures.

I send pictures through the mail of buried treasures & humpback whales to famous people I do not know signed sincerely matthias doe. I await their response some send none some send the cops. there was one a senator from the island of corsica. She sent wood from a shell she blew right through it and ordered her spell:
i-n-t-h-e-b-e-g-i-n-n-i-n-g-t-h-e-r-e-i-s nothingness!
But after I, I heard it all I knew she was a false prophet as was fore-told. she's not the angel that I know she's not the woman for whom I am born. doberman pinchers guard the doors of the celebrities that I adore. I give them this information 9 times in 10 it leads to persuasion. wolves do not howl at the moon but at the birth of (?) I waltz in like a king Instead of pictures I take their things I waltz out into their homes arranging their things in the shape of psalms.