ALBUM REVIEW: Buñuel – Killers Like Us
So like cattle, you will come to love the prod.
So like cattle, you will come to love the prod.
You are only passing by.
Stare and stare emphatically at some semblance in the universal, then bulldoze the coherent aside.
Your generous loan to me, your crippling interest.
It’s warmer in the wide world we boarded up.
Slither with odd intentions.
Glistening, it’s the same solace in my veins.
Our delusion is the easy way out, but it’s time for both of us to let this go.
If you turn your head away, you will miss everything