Lyrics:
The Number Twelve Looks Like You

- a sphere to determine my fate. second twelve to triple up, sit and wait. all. you can eat $13.95 the, lounge act, is really good tonight. Look into

plasticwear the orchestra isn't craving our attention it sparks the active chords and the stage is set ablaze the conductor lights a cigarette we look

what it's worth drizzle that nipple run till some sense leaks out Class you won't succeed in life you boys will grow to rape and you girls will grow

see or be seen you are disposable I find you folded into a fetal position at the corner of Cummunipaw and JFK lift you up towards the pole hold

the devil while you make your deal with jesus so let me milk your prostate with the unborn meat fingers - Horrible your eyes implode with lucider's hammer so you

pitying, misfit, experience, coincidence, quality menstruating. it makes more sense to speak nonsense What is it like to scatter organs all over a deeply pasteurized land Just like

dream... ten crowns drop. parchment paper crumbles, when the curtain falls. shade this tribulation in pastels... silk feelings hurt... the river holds the color you

[SOFT EXHALE] Ahhh little pretty one, pretty one. When you gonna give me some time, SHARONA!? Ooh you make my motor run, motor run. Gun it comin'

dispelled, crippling, faulty, holyland. i am your martyr, your stigmata... the tears turn to blood, beneath my eyes. my body listens... as you whisper