Mr. Bungle
Текст песни Carry Stress In The Jaw

Powder grinding mouthfull
Pull the day from the nocturn
Sonimloquist is the nightmare's song
"In the multiplied objects of the external world
I had no thoughts but for the teeth...
And of Berenice, I more seriously believed that
All her teeth were thoughts..
The white and ghastly spectrum of the teeth...
Meditations were never pleasurable...
The phantasma of the teeth maintained
Its terrible ascendency" (Poe)
Lock into bitten dreams perfectionist
Break like a child's mouth