Homicidal Horiculturist from Sojourn Suspect by Sojourn Suspect

See the shows and hold the beers but the petals all feel the same
Circular binary form protruding through the rage
Snow, mud, rain and sand – the covers will liberate
Gaze into the head Rorschach, it’s all in play but kicking the doors in

She loves – me not
She loves me, loves me not

Hand occupied is just as good as two flames in the bush
A coat removed will give away one’s skeletal impotence
Wingmen are the surest cure to keep away the best
Left hand, right hand, switch it up, it’s vital not to be expected

She loves – me not
She loves me, loves me not

I’m a homicidal horticulturist, tearing flesh from stem to fern
I’m a murderous marine biologist, study safely from the shore
Indiscriminate disintegrationist, act in time with simple terms
Grand unification disregarderist, pick professions with new words

She loves – me not
She loves me, loves me not

Talk your words
Through the vocal cords
Project the view
Outer monologue

• Alternative
• indie pop
• indie rock
• punk rock
• Portland