Eriatarka (Landscape Tantrums Version)

And there are those who
Hadn’t found the speaking so wrong
Is it wrong?
Of Pavlov lore
So they ran rampant through the floors, is this wrong?
Feels so wrong
Happened on a respirating [bed?]
Muzzled they spent, is it gone?
Is it gone?

Strung the slang of a gallows bird
Rationed a dead letter pure
Oh, oh

Track-marked amoeba lands craft, cartwheel of scratches
Dress the tapeworm as pet
Tentacles smirk please, flinched the cocooned meat
Infra-recon forget

Now therе are those who find
Comfort in the bleeding wrong
Is it wrong?
It housеs the watchful eyes
They’re panting in a pattern in droves
Are they gone?
And there are those who
Hadn’t found the speaking so wrong
Is it wrong?

Strung the slang of a gallows (Bird)
Sanctioned a dead letter pure
Oh, oh

Track-marked amoeba lands craft, cartwheel of scratches
Dress the tapeworm as pet
Tentacles smirk please, flinched the cocooned meat
Infra-recon forget

Evaporated the fur, because it covers them
If you only knew the plans they had for us
Elacerated the turns, I think they speak too much
I will not go, convulse into their basement
They used to have pulses in them
But impulse has made them strong
They used to have pulses in them
But impulse has made them strong
Evaporated the fur, because it covers them
If you only knew the plans they had for us

Track-marked amoeba lands craft, cartwheel of scratches
Dress the tapeworm as pet
Tentacles smirk please, flinched the cocooned meat
Infra-recon forget
There’s gotta be a way of getting out
Are you just growing old?
Track-marked amoeba lands craft, cartwheel of scratches
Dress the tapeworm as pet