And hey there little sexy pig, you made it with a man And now you've got a little kid with hooves instead of hands.

Little yellow spider, laughing at the snow. Maybe that spider knows something i don't know, 'cause i'm goddamn cold.

Cook me in your breakfast, and put me on your plate, 'cause you know i taste great.

Each strand of her hair Is really insect eyes And each hole in her tongue Is always occupied By the milk of the sun

Music comes first. Lyrics are secondary... Most of my lyrics are contradictions. I'll write a few sincere lines and then I'll have to make fun of it. I don't l…

Colour is a power which directly influences the soul.Colour is the keyboard, the eyes are the hammer, the soul is the strings.The artist is the hand that plays…

If music and sweet poetry agree. As they must needs (the sister and the brother), Then must the love be great 'twixt thee and me, Because thou lov'st the one, …