Song | Turner Classic Diaries |
Artist | The Famine |
Album | The Architects of Guilt |
Gutless, comatose, freedom rings, sounding from | |
a shallow grave, clamoring for some sweet sickness. | |
Hark, the herald angels sing of misanthropes and monuments, | |
Razor-wired with hunger pangs, gnashing teeth and impotence. Turner Classic Diaries. | |
The order of anger is sequenced in hate. | |
Cosmo-theistic doctrines of fiction by foolish children | |
who firmly believe there is no comfort like fear. | |
It’s gutless. | |
Wave the flag, sing the praises. Thin the herd before they breed. | |
Throwing stones from glass houses, gun shows, and the Waco siege. | |
What a man, and what a message, ignorant and asinine. | |
The Oklahoma City bombing, thanks to you, now realized. | |
Turner Classic Diaries. | |
The order of anger is sequenced in hate. | |
Cosmo-theistic doctrines of fiction by foolish children | |
who firmly believe there is no comfort like fear. | |
It’s gutless. You should be so ashamed. |
Gutless, comatose, freedom rings, sounding from | |
a shallow grave, clamoring for some sweet sickness. | |
Hark, the herald angels sing of misanthropes and monuments, | |
Razorwired with hunger pangs, gnashing teeth and impotence. Turner Classic Diaries. | |
The order of anger is sequenced in hate. | |
Cosmotheistic doctrines of fiction by foolish children | |
who firmly believe there is no comfort like fear. | |
It' s gutless. | |
Wave the flag, sing the praises. Thin the herd before they breed. | |
Throwing stones from glass houses, gun shows, and the Waco siege. | |
What a man, and what a message, ignorant and asinine. | |
The Oklahoma City bombing, thanks to you, now realized. | |
Turner Classic Diaries. | |
The order of anger is sequenced in hate. | |
Cosmotheistic doctrines of fiction by foolish children | |
who firmly believe there is no comfort like fear. | |
It' s gutless. You should be so ashamed. |