Clockwork Lyrics

• Nice little picture you painted
• But it's missing the horn and tail motif that fits with them whimsical faces
• Traces of blood in the teeth of my soul tied in place
• Call it still life in the city that stole time and space
• Burn your brushes brother, lick the pallet clean
• Scrub the eyes to wipe away the splash of green
• See I'll play the singular kid at your exhibition
• Pissing blood on every canvas till they match my premonitions
• Fuck an artist, a couple dark streaks decorate my inside
• Read between the heartbeats, chew this, half each
• I'll bleed the night dry
• And wear his skin as a success story dragged across the sky
• Got, last weeks mess on my mind
• I took a minute to remember its fine
• Cus I grab every millisecond by the neck and chew it whole
• The past times of a decadent swine

• Yeah clowns in the clockwork fucking with my minutes
• Get your hands off the glass stop touching the exhibits
• Sit out, sit sit out head-butt the hourglass let that shit spill out
• Clowns in the clockwork fucking with your minutes
• Got the small town goons out gunning for your image
• Swing out, swing swing out, drop-kick the hourglass let that shit spill out

• Spilling laminated cakes on contaminated plates
• More crumbs than you could cram in your evaporating face
• Gone, an I ain't felt a drop of rain yet
• Gone, still ain't felt a drop of rain yet
• I tried not to comment your lack of facial features As your offered your existence to your allocated jesus
• Submerged in a mixture of submerged in a mixture of Tanqueray and spittle reminded me a little of a marinating fetus
• Fire up the grill, cooked him eventually
• Foraged in my stomach for a spare shred of empathy
• Flung it to the pack of dogs drained of an identity
• That suckle at the feet of any vacuous celebrity
• My propensity for killing it is crazy
• I ain't put a fucking foot wrong lately
• An I ain't gotta magnify my issues till they fill my field of vision
• When these minuscule things still amaze me

• Yeah clowns in the clockwork fucking with my minutes
• Get your hands off the glass stop touching the exhibits
• Sit out, sit sit out head-butt the hourglass let that shit spill out
• Clowns in the clockwork fucking with your minutes
• Got them small town goons out gunning for your image
• Swing out, swing swing out, drop-kick the hourglass let that shit spill out

• Life, you give it little meaning
• I been giving it that dimethyltryptameaning
• Figures interweaving shooting shivers through your innards meaning
• Daytrip in space get your face reconfigured meaning
• I never like the smell of skin congealing
• Out on tour getting lifted till I hit the ceiling
• Need to neck half of this before I can begin the evening
• Pigs'll need to seize the rig before I can consider leaving
• Thats still the ethos, CP's the crew for real
• Every leech splattered through my dark parts knew the deal
• Come work a child shift as a human shield and find out how a standard issue warning in the future feels
• So stand to the side
• I'm surgically attached to the vibe
• Neverending joy in a miraculous mind
• Cus you ain't fucking with the head-space
• Its back to the grind

• Yeah clowns in the clockwork fucking with my minutes
• Get your hands off the glass stop touching the exhibits
• Sit out, sit sit out head-butt the hourglass let that shit spill out
• Clowns in the clockwork fucking with your minutes
• Got them small town goons out gunning for your image
• Swing out, swing swing out, drop-kick the hourglass let that shit spill out

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