Octillian - Alberts Gone Fishing lyrics

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Octillian - Alberts Gone Fishing lyrics

Dear, Mrs. Budd, From a rotting tree created from kin miles apart Fosterings beatings promote sadistic and masochistic Attractions the telegraph h*mophile emits disgusting Gusto sharing carpophagen impulse and insane desires Obsessive compulsions derived From telepathic conversations With god in the full Moon tonight He'll dance Stripped from Clothes and Emotions pole dry Skin in the moonlight Tugging on the rose Black eyes in the mirror Blood caked on his Moustache how many Needles does your Pelvis hold? Applaud the clever roach The king has caught the fish.