Twitch Songtext
von Pitchfork

You make it easy to grovel, maam,
I follow you around
with a shovel
scraping up the scraps that you throw down.
I′d listen to you
before I'd see you leave (not much else to do) what about...
What about me (snif) the runny puppy (snot)
surgically removed from you.
Left in ′spite'
left in 'sickness′ obsolescence like
excess baggage over the side.

Attention
affection
in rations.


Obsolescence cut off
cut up
like something
weak and useless
scrapped in graphic detail
like a parasitic twin
again & again.