Creme Fraiche

FL 001 ALPHA TEST

'elevator music'

here comes the end in a smashed up fender
three months sober, three month bender
again and again

some pills and red be the blood and the host
and you sit and you wait just to give up the ghost
amen, world without end

you make peace with the last song sung
looking for the end all you got is over hung
head in a vice, and a gut full of glass, this too shall pass

with every poke, prod and hurt
you will wonder all the while
if you live beneath the dirt
it isn't half bad, trapped in hell

you gotta get a better life or quit
cause everyone's sick of your cry baby shit

Elevator Music

‘ALL THINGS OBSCENE’

THEY MAKE, YOUR MIND, TO FEED THEIR GREED
THEY MAKE, YOUR FLESH, TO FIT THEIR NEEDS
A PENNY FOR YOUR DIGNITY

AN EPIDEMIC OF ENNUI
ADDICT TO, ESCAPE BYYYYYYY
ANY FUCKING MEANS

THEY PUSH HER FLESH INTO THE STALL
SMEARED LIPSTICK, CUM SPREAD ‘CROSS THE WALL
THE EAGER MEN THEY FILL THE HALL

THEY MILK YOUR PAIN, THE VACANT STARE
LONG DEAD INSIDE, BLOOD CAKED HAIR
YOU ARE NO ONE, THIS IS NOWHERE

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ALL THINGS UNGOOD BECOME THE NORM
THEY MOULD THE SOUL TO FIT THEIR FORM

THEY STRIP YOU BARE APPRAISE THE FLESH
EXPLOIT THE FOLDS OR WORKED TO DEATH

THIS WAS YOUR WILL UNTO THEIR ENDS
THIS IS HOW  THEY MAKE  THE NATION GREAT AGAIN

ALL THINGS OBSCENE BECOME THE NORM
IN THIS GOD FORSAKEN CITY OF WHORES

Henry Brawlins

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