Edward Scissortongue все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Let’s try figure this out
Why am I sitting here scribbling shit that I’m thinking about? The ships long sailed for a quick little Script litter picked dribble drips from the mouth
Years of this tunnelling down
I’ve grown weak from the tunnels I’ve found
It gets deep when the current surrounds speech bubbles bleep bleeping aloud
Deep in the breathing evil seems to increase as the grease gets deeper
Past lives dawn in the flytraps caught in a wisecrack synapse touring the ether
Either

My mind feels like a tin can tirade
Grimmer than a limb snapped sideways
I try digging in the pitch black living in the mismatch innards of a zigzag ice age
Why claim innocence when your mind’s dark like tar shines?
Car lights pass by deep in the dark nights spinning on the filth drench millings of the park life
Cinematic shark bites
Knee deep creatures struggle in the bog land
Neck high horses summer in the sport stands

Plotting points on a map
If point A’s where I’ve landed then point B’s where I wish I was at
In between said points is a storm cloud forming the fore-written laws that enforce how the stories elapse
Life in a matchbox
Striking a fuse to a move on the chessboard
Checkmate
Like moths to a fresh flame
Death’s gaze dawn heavy pours on the pawns of a fresh day

It was 1999
Bonfire Night
When the red mist first enveloped his character traits
He found himself with no control over his fists wailing on some dickhead’s face from his council estate
See many moons had passed since the hope of a 2 point 4 landlubber life style had been smashed into smithereens
It was a year ago this very day that the intravenous sludge pumping had taken off at a wild speed
He found himself a regular at the phone boxes
Cherry Lambrini

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

This is the end of another lifeline
Another life fettled on another last night
One in one out
Life in the mash pit crowd of a cot death town where we rot alive
Languishing horrified
Language a means to escape what is fossilised deep in the porridge pile
Oats that we guzzle might cope with the struggle light strobes in the tunnel five notes leave you canonised
This is the winter of discontent ten fold