Rosegarden Lyrics

• 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
• Cause and effect like carcases fall from the force of the wreck like dominoes
• Pour from the time glass sandstorm particles cast over all in this mess
• Dawn of the vanguard template
• Tarmac scattered on a spectrum
• Following a set path goose-step
• Four laws numerous form from the manmade mandates channels of the death march who’s next?
• The periscope lines of these movements
• Back to the chalkboard spinning like computers
• End-game total grimace at the half rate cynicism parlay vision of the future
• Sunshine rays on the radar are sweeping an unholy sequel this evening
• Stream of the four points forming co-ordinates caught in the mortuary grease we’re secreting
• Breaths grow heavy
• Lung sacks weathered raw
• Set course pattern stretch death door teleport
• March of the crow’s feet nails in the coffin tops
• Caught in the annals like a Copperpot travelog
• In these days of the behemoth
• Great days fall foul to the storm cloud
• Short of the centre tapped like inner city switchboards bleeping
• Towns lost miniature railroad patterns pass
• Grid patterns pass over life lost linear
• Kerouac cinema dead pan road films
• Carved from the bone brittle scars of the canon beams
• Waves of the future clash with the past
• These marvellous back flips deep in the omens
• Cast in a concrete cenotaph planting and penning raps parcelling venom sacks doper
• Until the heavens crack open and the paths get soaked
• by the bars like pins in a rat maze ascertain motion
• Gravitate lacerate acid rain potions
• In a place where the granite slate laminates walls to the floor lined lawless
• Cracks stay filled up tours of the back straight map face walls of the match face porous
• Grey grains in the daylight storm of the swansong
• Heads get smashed into pieces
• Swords in the chest plate animate jigsaw patterns fade gaps in a death door thesis
• All that has gone wrong thrives in the skirting
• Lines of the slipstream dive in the tide of the verminous
• tight wing turbulence hiding the truth in the clues of a fresh fire burning.

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