Garotte Lyrics | Ed Scissor

Life is fading
That’s why I’m in museums throwing petrol bombs
and judo chopping priceless paintings
My mind’s amazing
That’s why the mic is breaking in my grasp
before I put it near my mouth to say shit
Your eyes are gravy
They’re dribbling off my plate and causing mayhem
in these couplets that your features gave me
Inspiration but the light is fading
So I’ll just sit around until I’m older now until the creatures take me
Amalgamation of the town that made me
Fuck the human contact concepts it’s this town that made me
Stick around and try save me
Do that if you like
But be warned I know you’ll live to hate me
A hammer to my skull will cave it in or butcher knife my fucking face to pieces
Make your decision man quit debating
After all the battles we’ve been great in and all the violent bateness
Come home to find I’ve smashed your place in
I might have made decisions in the past that were lazy
But who could blame me? Probably you but man I’m done with hatred
The trouble is that i’m not done with hating
So sit amongst the debris and take a second in this fucking daydream
Take a second out to jump on graves
till the taste of love remains a fuzzy brain freeze
Taste the fucking brain grease
Go cinema but I’m not paying lie in our filth
until the flies start laying eggs around the crumpled acres
Fuck this fucking daydream
I’d rather wake up now than wake up with
a hundred thousand problems on my doorstep waiting
Watch the paint thin
Sniff the fumes and watch the days gleam
Drain steam straight oozing off these wasting pages
Like a foreign body grazing on your naked body baked
In all the fucking promises I played a fucking game with
Winter’s coming I’m still into nothing
Apart from hunting through my drawers
in search of something that will fuck me up quick
Or searching on the web for clever ways to try and snuff it
Murder with a rusty musket
See we were once above the summit
but as the mountains crumbled down I knew that time was changing now
Another night another day around in circles running
Vital signs of life decide to plummet
deeper than the pipes that keep the water running
And they’re the thoughts I run with
A tour-de-force of lies and lawlessness
Curtains drawn morbid and demons gushing
Cause I’m alive or something that’s what the people tell me
Before this rush of poison makes me chunder evil liquids
Still I’m alive or something but only just I’m thinking
cause I can sense the evil spirits hover just behind me
Cause I’m alive or something
I feel my pulse it’s pumping garbage through the mass of flesh
that makes up every part of every single limb and finger that’s dangling from Edward Scissor
Hours picking out the splinters
Fingerprints and shrivelled sphincters
If there were ten of you and ten of me
Would we find a combination fit for stardom?
Or would they melt and bleed in perfect symmetry? Forty fists and kicking feet
Ripping garms and killing sprees
Cataclysmic misery
Amidst the evil habits and cerebral damage I see beacons flashing
Say what you see inside your feeble cabbage
It’s always worked for me
Working with the workmen till the work defeats
the person that I’ve murdered in this murder scene
The same person in the shoes and socks upon my feet
Edward Scissortongue the worthless creep
Wallowing in buckets full of bird seed and rancid burger meat
The kind of prick that you avoid when walking down the street.

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Ed Scissor – Garotte Lyrics