THOUGHT INDUSTRYGelatin Lyrics Drip strawberry juice. Open shutters. Death birds. Elated. Elected. Universe. Sedative vein. Whole grain layered. Brightest sunshine. Brightest day. Spills the kitten’s milk. Cuts my hands. I place the knife to the ham of her face. Her face. Say you have to die and I’ll keep cutting. Say you have to die […]