Fluids
Quelle: Spotify
Signs of weakness hide your features
Silence lines your lies and lights the mire like the fire leeches
Sucking blood from righteous people
One million dead a day equates to nothing in this maze
Picture patterns my brain displays a stunted sum of something evil
Above the world, below the ocean, it's the same for every species when the rockets start to fizz from turrets pointing skyward
Something's coming fast and flaming out your countries bases
Tasked with tasks of ultra-violence
Mark this as your last creation
Death is such a fact of life, I'm done with running
So I'll just park the car and leave the engine running until my tenure's dusted
I thought I heard you mumble something as you went under
Something beautiful
Still
Try to focus on this loaded musket
I despise the vacant nature in your eyes
Shining like a lake at night
Wading out to take a knife to lady types
Name your price
I'll do you 3-for-2 to break a smile
Back to basic ways of life
Let us see if Satan's right
Look into my eyes, you'll see Godzilla on a mountainside
Taking off his suit before the motion pictures plagiarised
Stranger days, I'm changing minds
Tape cassettes and A-road signs
I would wait for hours just to eat one of your Quavers twice
I would jump on jets and planes to swim inside your flesh again
Fingering the venom till the venom turns my flesh to veins
Yeah I know it's strange and that our fluids are the fucking same, but we should still investigate if our metrics still engage
Flickers in the fusebox
Will the sparks still feed a flame?
Let's let fires breathe again
Settle till we breathe again
Tremors in my dreams today
Deathly silence falls just like the darkness on the dreams we made together in these demon days
If armageddon cometh, that's when you'll be feeling gutted
Gutted like an eel struggling, reeling in the grease and rubbish
Screaming till your breathing starts to cease a sea of stars and comets
Global Hypercolour summits
Light years from this lethal love-in
There were these people coming
From overseas or something
Their vessels settled several metres from the beaches stomach
They came with bags of jewels and words of wonders shinier than sun rays on a steeple summit
Vials filled with lethal substance
[Chorus ?]
So why do we really need to speak?
When everything is laid upon the tablecloth, already time to eat
So why do we really need to speak?
When everything is laid upon the tablecloth, amazing shit[?] to eat
Zeige deinen Freunden, dass dir Fluids von Edward Scissortongue gefällt:
Kommentare