Ed Scissor – Wastewater Lyrics
Lyrics
- This is the end of another lifeline
- Another life fettled on another last night
- One in one out
- Life in the mash pit crowd of a cot death town where we rot alive
- Languishing horrified
- Language a means to escape what is fossilised deep in the porridge pile
- Oats that we guzzle might cope with the struggle
- light strobes in the tunnel five notes leave you canonised
- This is the winter of discontent ten fold
- Discotheques riddled with rancid flesh fresh mould dribbles
- From penned letters then ripples of Endeavour time trickles this head serum
- Episodes where the pen glows
- Pandemic cancers
- Land where the man sews limbs to the land’s own trenches and man holes
- Petri dish specimens speckle as amphetamines
- settle on tongues testing the limits of white lab coats
- I embrace all the waves in this great tropic
- Stained sonnets grave hopping caged in my hate pockets
- Earthquake wastewater
- Handshakes tectonic plates shapes clash in these mazes of pain promise
- Acres of flames orange haze on these great lakes
- Silhouettes rain on the great plains
- Fake solace
- Take aim shoot feign knowledge
- Slave to the grey onyx rain droplets
- Swig nerve and brain tonic
- I’ll stay with this good ship sinking
- Silently pass in the night like darkness to light marks marvellous sparks
- In a passing of time tunnel tardis delights got me thinking in frames-per-second like lazer quest levels
- Devil steam smoke settles on the corners of life withered lynchpins
- Life in this light covered lab rat existence man it’s symptomatic of the sickness
- This is the end of another lifetime
- Another shallow grave another landfill site
- It was only twenty years since the moment that this breh came kicking and screaming
- into another fams life and on this day another fam cries
- Mud is getting scattered on a casket tonight
- Vultures scale scalectrix circuits in the sky where rigamortis episodes are never televised
- Missing
- Like ghosts in the machine cogs spinning
- An apparition hoax that this dreams worth living
- It isn’t
- Deeper into deep drug binges
- Swimming over the surface of this scenes greased linen
- Skimming
- Stones over lakes of fire gone fishing
- Singing
- Requiems for these peeps gone missing
- Pissing it away till your life fades quicker than the nightshade grips the shitty town that we live in
- Until we’re back at the beginning
- Life as a product of the battles that we’ve been in
- Knee deep swimming in these muddy sewer suicides
- Flashlights flicker on the crime scenes of villains
- Chastised annals anabolic slashed mass guise gravel anatomic stacks that’s life live it
- Racked lines mirror image tapped like inner city landlines landslides back to the city limits
- Back to the high rise mouse trap scraps that we try pillage pounce write writings to pen pals
- Paper cuts ink spillage rowdily counting a countdown to counter resistance so pipe down
- Clowning around drowning the sound out of a pounding that caves in your faces and cheek bones
- Doused in the sound of a riotous crowd unassailable town folk swell in the streets now.