Carry Stress In The Jaw — Mr Bungle

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