Jeg er blevet foreslået nummeret Teeth Grinder af Dead Air. Og jeg har jo så hørt det. Det er ret fedt. Jeg bed lige mærke i ting i teksten: Give me the key to the pipeline I need to drown out these white lies Dropping my own-brand ego Keeping it Spartan now that we know Lighting fires just to put them out Tasting the embers with my cotton mouth Circles and squares trying to force it Tying the tide inside a corset Det der “pipeline”. Det har nogle industrielle vibes der minder mig om Ouroborous af Mars Volta: Of all the warnings that you gave me With all components in the fault Have you ever heard me scraping? It will be hard to hold Resten af teksten (og nummeret) har nogle ret mystiske vibes der minder mig lidt om Fish Biscuit af Splatterheads: Well they fired up the incubator, almost an incinerator, laughing about the wall climb Shuffling round the tree house, singing like a loud trout, it's donuts for the last time Sign says back later, protoplasm gladiator, see you on the jelly rack Couldn't really miss it with the number on the biscuit, I'll be there when the eggs hatch Og så nok om hvad der minder mig om hvad. Eller måske ikke. Det minder mig om noget. Men hvad?