| Song | Turner Classic Diaries |
| Artist | The Famine |
| Album | The Architects of Guilt |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Gutless, comatose, freedom rings, sounding from | |
| a shallow grave, clamoring for some sweet sickness. | |
| Hark, the herald angels sing of misanthropes and monuments, | |
| Razor-wired with hunger pangs, gnashing teeth and impotence. Turner Classic Diaries. | |
| The order of anger is sequenced in hate. | |
| Cosmo-theistic doctrines of fiction by foolish children | |
| who firmly believe there is no comfort like fear. | |
| It’s gutless. | |
| Wave the flag, sing the praises. Thin the herd before they breed. | |
| Throwing stones from glass houses, gun shows, and the Waco siege. | |
| What a man, and what a message, ignorant and asinine. | |
| The Oklahoma City bombing, thanks to you, now realized. | |
| Turner Classic Diaries. | |
| The order of anger is sequenced in hate. | |
| Cosmo-theistic doctrines of fiction by foolish children | |
| who firmly believe there is no comfort like fear. | |
| It’s gutless. You should be so ashamed. |
| Gutless, comatose, freedom rings, sounding from | |
| a shallow grave, clamoring for some sweet sickness. | |
| Hark, the herald angels sing of misanthropes and monuments, | |
| Razorwired with hunger pangs, gnashing teeth and impotence. Turner Classic Diaries. | |
| The order of anger is sequenced in hate. | |
| Cosmotheistic doctrines of fiction by foolish children | |
| who firmly believe there is no comfort like fear. | |
| It' s gutless. | |
| Wave the flag, sing the praises. Thin the herd before they breed. | |
| Throwing stones from glass houses, gun shows, and the Waco siege. | |
| What a man, and what a message, ignorant and asinine. | |
| The Oklahoma City bombing, thanks to you, now realized. | |
| Turner Classic Diaries. | |
| The order of anger is sequenced in hate. | |
| Cosmotheistic doctrines of fiction by foolish children | |
| who firmly believe there is no comfort like fear. | |
| It' s gutless. You should be so ashamed. |
| Gutless, comatose, freedom rings, sounding from | |
| a shallow grave, clamoring for some sweet sickness. | |
| Hark, the herald angels sing of misanthropes and monuments, | |
| Razorwired with hunger pangs, gnashing teeth and impotence. Turner Classic Diaries. | |
| The order of anger is sequenced in hate. | |
| Cosmotheistic doctrines of fiction by foolish children | |
| who firmly believe there is no comfort like fear. | |
| It' s gutless. | |
| Wave the flag, sing the praises. Thin the herd before they breed. | |
| Throwing stones from glass houses, gun shows, and the Waco siege. | |
| What a man, and what a message, ignorant and asinine. | |
| The Oklahoma City bombing, thanks to you, now realized. | |
| Turner Classic Diaries. | |
| The order of anger is sequenced in hate. | |
| Cosmotheistic doctrines of fiction by foolish children | |
| who firmly believe there is no comfort like fear. | |
| It' s gutless. You should be so ashamed. |