Analyse Lyrics

Analyse by Mowgli

• Stain glass tile iris
• Clouded up thoughts cut short seem timeless
• Little miss nineties, little white tablets
• Little eyes dilate, caught in the moment
• Amphetamine shaft deep blackness stints
• Pinpoint inside the torn apart big bang
• Expanding think tank anguish
• Slice in the fabric, mice in the makeup
• Ditto of a dotted line blank telegraph
• Ship in a jar, pen a path backwards
• Ripple in an ocean
• Still born syllabus jitter bug glitter ball pupils struggling to focus
• Following the circles and lines and the night as it wakes up
• Breaking up background, back down to syllables
• Little miss stand-off flowering in autumn
• Born before caution, last calls for boarding, heart racing forward
• Part way to glory
• Eight winds are calling her downfall, proud walls crumble when she takes much boundary evasion
• Stage fright princess
• In-depth tapestry in low-fi pixels seamless peroxide picture
• Exposing a semi-fiction in every instant moment
• Clinging to potion whispers
• Or is it wisdom?
• Cloaked in a smokescreen, coasting on feelings empty
• In wonderland playing out a colourful enigma
• Her planet goes deep down the rabbit hole precipice
• Leaps from the static as she reached for the panic button
• Sleep with the paranoid, wake with the blissful
• Wait with the worrying in star-struck screen face dream state DOS mode limbo
• Pressing the escape key for reason
• Little miss reach for the substance, it’s never that simple

• Analyse this from the other side of the spectrum and range, outside the kaleidoscope
• Of the sane with the bland counting the spiders in whirlpool spirals
• Cold rush of the virus in vein, other line dialling a string of nines to herself
• Hoping they’d analyse this from the looking glass, not imposing
• Little Miss Ninety sweating on a bed of roses

• Deep black cinema, blank white retinas flash like serenade
• Quick time high pace life span
• Glissando emotions, case open, file name ‘fair ground’, sounds seem deafening
• Forgotten in a white wash morning emulsion,
• Click tracks accent electrified comas projections of holograms
• Walking with corpses and hearing the calls of them beckoning
• Little miss write her own sentence
• Little white polka dots ready for her rescue
• Heads buried in the sand steadily erasing, any trace many fates written in a silver glaze
• Tipped for the finish line ribbon of her artificial matrix
• Crippled by the little smiley faces, lucid
• Join dots released from the blueprint
• Dropping anchors, like splash in the tide of the past
• Flash back to the future
• Thoughts dissolved down to words then burst into 3D
• Learn from the wise eyes gripped by the depths
• All immersed in a crowd left drowning in shallow waters that don’t move her
• Learn to escape, colours fade in the light, cascade into faraway pigments
• Emerge in a grey dawn from the womb, fresh blood from the wound, whiplash
• Parachute bites as the sunshine blisters
• Falling like crash from her discworld, waiting for her Tinkerbelle to save her
• Close to the brink, little white speckles glint in the sun’s glow, fit for the unknown
• Little bag of promises, any kind of flavour
• Taught by the white pebbles, drink the remainder
• Little miss sleepwalker, seeking clarity
• Remembering that dreams always simulate reality

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