Letra de ' Bottomfeeder ' de Thought Industry

"This was the last night I had on Earth. My home town was dismantled and transferred to the halo of Jupiter, and I went with it."

I) New York City, July 4th, 1994

The skyline burns on Manhattan. She sat with me on top of a warehouse. I said, "I'm so lonely. I think it makes me sick; and I'm sure God's come to destroy me."

Michigan man quits the freeway. Strikes bargains within the entry. Screams nonsense at the fools in the alleyway. Finds solace sniffing bags of all my candy, but it's cold; and it's so hard when you freeze.

Sit around. Sit on blackened heels. Choke on someone's spit. Dig churches in the pavement. I Can't walk. I think I've arrived; yea, my wallet's thick. I could leave. You will not care here, but I care. I care. Contrive. Concourse to produce, 'got lots a cable. 'got a bag of hep tools. Electric paint. I want a set of chairs, and my ceiling drips. I could
leave because I am nothing. Cheap as the wine. Cheap as expensive gets. 'got a broken figure. Not malfunctioned head. I want that dream. I hurt to talk. She's disagreed. I could leave. I'll wind and bind. I'll wind and bind. I am machine. I am my father. You want this walk. I could leave.

Mist forms and exhales in the cold
December air. She digs deep in her pocket for a half smoked cigarette. A bottomfeeder 'got jealous.
Struck her face with a tire iron.
Black clumps of park sod mix with blood in her hair. Picks herself off the
cold ground, and starts to walk.
Her face is bleeding. Bleeding for you.
Picks herself off the cold ground
and starts to walk. I can hear her screaming.

"My love for you has never been so misunderstood."
- Jane