Ed Scissor – Rosegarden Lyrics
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.