Rolex Propaganda Lyrics

Rolex Propaganda lyrics

pinch history

feel the pinch blistering 

pinch me in dreams 

cause I'm still not listening 

x marks the spot 

on your
calendar days 

a beard half eaten 

smiled 

crawling with legs


temper tampered temperature



manuscript replica 



in infrared is how we saw 

the night that lit up 

scarecrow
plots 

the nerve that pinches 

crippled hobble 

frolicked
flat on its own face 



jigsaw pattern 

dominoes left a trail


the whites of their eyes 

polaroids tell the tale

for our
amusement 

we bring stares to the defendants 

mechanical
panaceas

absolved by history 

phonetic paralysis 

inflicted
through morality

the seed that it nurtured 

was a wilted bouquet


temper tampered temperatures



squirming through cuts 

in a throat