ED SCISSORTONGUE
- There is this stench in the air so foul
- Lungs brittle air thin stripped down
- Grime drips from the sinus
- Smoke clouds rise from the towers of this fair town
- From where I stand out to the smog's edge
- Heads roll south to a soundtrack that god read
- In thousands
- Roadblocks rounding the town off cut from the mountains we once‘ crept
- Bricks keep stacking
- Caught in these blitzkrieg patterns
- Sands of the cityscape fabric
- Land of the tic-a-tape tactics
- Scorn of these split screen atoms
- Blood in the reservoirs
- Blips in the sonograms
- Asphalt stained with a tripwire face plant
- Death in the particles silent
- Stretching your wires higher
- Fuel for your holograms
- Lines of the cattle grid
- Catching the dreggery
- Eating the medicine
- Time glass infinite
- As the speckles split lines from the precipice widen
- Storm drains syphon the sentences
- And the silence is everything
- But the sirens arrive and it's deafening
- As the rifles align light sources to fireflies caught in the mire we're messing with
- Blue skies derelict
- Tied to a shoestring edifice
- Ever since war of the world wide beckoning
- Caught in the cobwebs touring these front-line tenements
- Pause button punch time terrorist
- Trawling the bedsides
- Pouring the death light forms in your next life
- Death by cause and effect like walking a stretch wire perilous
- It's all over as soon as the plagues breach
- Make haste for the mountains you can't reach
- Faint traces of days spent chasing the train lines luminous
- Parting the great seas
- Snap back to the grave heap
- And make tracks to the place where the caves greet respite
- Hacked from the shrapnel and debris
- Death from above yeah
- Death from the drain steam - Death from the ground up
- Death from the sulphurous fumes to the wells dug deep in the magma
- Deep in the poisonous toxins bleed from the frostbitten cells
- Such ethereous sludge in the spells
- Scum breeds in the dust mites
- Worms in your gut pipes feed on the wind in your sails
- Stuck deep in the gunge you inhale
- Deep in the muffle coffin
- Sands of the cityscape
- City streets stay cancerous
- On this land mass magnetic
- Man stands static glued to the grid pattern formulas
- Yo its more than a war-torn thought straight pouring the forlorn laws and co-ordinates orderly
- All sorts under the floorboards caught in the onslaught
- Touring these constructs awfully.
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The chorus is missing!!!
Great lyrics by the way, thanks 4 uploading them!