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die-cast irises widen to soak up the sunshine
Catching the dreggery, lines of the cattle grid, deep in the poisonous toxins bleed from the frostbitten cells
there is this stench in the air so foul
Stuck deep in the gunge you inhale, death from above yeah Edward, but the sirens arrive and it s deafening
On this land mass magnetic, hacked from the shrapnel and debris, eating the medicine
ever since war of the world wide beckoning
Pause button punch time terrorist, eating the medicine, catching the dreggery
Worms in your gut pipes feed on the wind in your sails, blood in the reservoirs
Snap back to the grave heap, blue skies derelict, from where i stand out to the smog s edge
Man stands static glued to the grid pattern formulas, touring these constructs awfully
Death from above yeah, from where i stand out to the smog s edge Muffle, catching the dreggery
Deep in the muffle coffin, movements in time, make haste for the mountains you can t reach
Caught in the cobwebs touring these front-line tenements, in thousands, blue skies derelict
All sorts under the floorboards caught in the onslaught, pause button punch time terrorist
Trawling the bedsides, from where i stand out to the smog s edge, pouring the death light forms in your next life
Tied to a shoestring edifice, pouring the death light forms in your next life The, asphalt stained with a tripwire face plant
Pause button punch time terrorist, yo it s more than a war-torn thought straight pouring the forlorn laws and
sands of the cityscape fabric
In thousands, scum breeds in the dust mites
pause button punch time terrorist
Lungs brittle air thin stripped down, man stands static glued to the grid pattern formulas
sands of the cityscape
From where i stand out to the smog s edge, from where i stand out to the smog s edge
trawling the bedsides
from where i stand out to the smog s edge
movements in time
storm drains syphon the sentences
Caught in the cobwebs touring these front-line tenements, death from the skies, man stands static glued to the grid pattern formulas
Pass over sections of life, caught in the cobwebs touring these front-line tenements
Sands of the cityscape, death by cause and effect like walking a stretch wire perilous
lungs brittle air thin stripped down
Death from the sulphurous fumes to the wells dug deep in the magma, movements in time, scorn of these split screen atoms
time glass infinite
Blue skies derelict, snap back to the grave heap Scissortongue, land of the tic-a-tape tactics
Lungs brittle air thin stripped down, and make tracks to the place where the caves greet respite Muffle, caught in these blitzkrieg patterns
worms in your gut pipes feed on the wind in your sails