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Fiction Plane Cross The Line

crossing the line crossing the line crossing the line crossing the line crossing the line crossing the line crossing the line crossing the line crossing the line crossing the line crossing

cut you up and voodoo drums with your bones CHROUS: Cartoon Nightmares! Science fiction, brain incision. Cartoon Nightmares! Satellites and televisions. Won't you draw me? Liquid lines

gravesites and pretend that we're inside Trade headstones for the night Relax and just settle down This hesitation will not be wasted We can't cross hidden lines

Yes Sir, I Will" The door stands open - Across lines, invisible hands are held, golden streamers building in the night. <a href="http://www.testimania

... as the fucking deaths of godspeak." and with that we spoke our battle lines. as eyes rolled back and legacies were struck, we sell our fiction souls

it so accurate, pierce right through your hollow bones Graphic clones, couldn't see me on the microphone Pen and pad, line for line, bar for bar, you

cut you up and voodoo drums with your bones [Chorus:] Cartoon Nightmares! Science fiction, brain incision. Cartoon Nightmares! Satellites and televisions. Won't you draw me? Liquid lines

Yes Sir, I Will" The door stands open - Across lines, invisible hands are held, golden streamers building in the night. <a href="http://www.testimania

so accurate, pierce right through your hollow bones Graphic clones, couldn't see me on the microphone Pen and pad, line for line, bar for bar, you take