LYRICS by VICTORIAN BUG

The rusted window bars
A muzzle for the sky
The stars are bleeding desire
[... -indistinct- ...]

I grab the knife and smile
To the pain, in advance
My button-shaped mind
My nasty looking heart

Keep the children in line
I ain’t got much time

Screws under the tissue
For a social revolution
[... -indistinct- ...]
[... -indistinct- ...]


Keep the children coming
Keep them quiet and still


Insidious
Insidious
Sweet drill
Sweet drill
Sweet drill
Sweet drill