Bounty Clip Trips

Bangers

Barren lands, mislaid plans

Upbeat dreamers, hopeless redeemers

Trumpet lonely, sorrowful sounds

Host to the frown, laughing gas crowns

I am heathen, I am history

I am mystery

Something Means Nothing

Frames, repeats and an angry glare

Beaten stoops and free loaded nouns

I am an equal, I am a beast, I am a ghost

Bound and gagged, dipped and dragged

Heaven sent

Macaroons and Mice Men

The grimiest of places, the prettiest of faces

The slightest of grins, the wealthiest of brains

Jaunty walks, bountiful nonsense noise

What is this third world democracy

This is more like fifth world anarchy

Chilled, Frozen, Static, Creamed

Chicken Feed

We are the future but we sure ain't bright.



Open catacombs, we are all abandoned

Monuments from Ice Formations

Gambling on the rolling dice, flicking the thumbs of fate

One long dateline, seven portions division songs

Musical opinion, delivered interflections, browned and crispy

Twinkle toed and fleet of tongue, numerical lozenges, suck deep

High Octane Overtures

Government

Social stimulants, virginal tease

Downright dirty filthy sleaze

Counterfeit conscience, day old brew

Feel the leather glued steadfast to your skin

Fountains pour forth with pomp and glory

No one is rightly undersold, no one was paid their dues

One short knuckle, two worn signs

I am not the only soldier, I am the only saint

When I ask them outright they had no one true song

When I asked them outright they would not admit they were wrong

Cold hearted fools, numerous stories sold, limpets and barnacles

I am a kind of man, I am a kind man, I am mankind

Everything Is under Control

Danger Danger High Voltage!!

Grouting

You are the prince of my disease

The finger prints dusted off my frankness

The origin was unknown at the time but the spirit always broken

Monotonous rumbling devoured each waking moment

We all stared in quiet disbelief

They had done it, they had broken the one sweet golden rule

Some cried, some rejoiced, none were emotionless

Monsters In The Wardrobe

Great heights, fallen fowl, lawbreaker

Divide the dreams, good and bad

My Nightmares are truly great great friends

Pick the legs off two by two, four times we fed

Changing currents, moonphase tides

Idle moments, floorboards creak, I am not alone

I hear the clock, I know the time

What time is it?

Breadline borderline broken beasts