Edward Scissortongue - Borrowed time lyrics

Verse 1 [Jam Baxter]: Warblin' in unison Gods in the lamp shade Buzzin' round the bulb and engulfing in black flames Sculpting the landscape Sinkin' in a steam cloud Three miles, sippin' pink liquid in the dream lounge Slumped on a chaise longue Locked in a lavish room Bruised blood brains outside on the black and blue Parachutes gather in the skies that we rattle through Mechanised metal eyes wide in a panic room Verse 2 [Edward Scissortongue]: Dogs howl at the stench of this verse Spinnin' earth, spinnin' worse in the dirt where we lurk Swimming, life's quite rosy again Tides turned as the lines blurred lure with the modus extends A stones throw from the cinema screen A slow focus, atrocious The flow blows linear beams Live quotes, man I'm riddled with these A live quote, right nose Tide slows on Gilligan's dreams Verse 3 [Jam Baxter]: Squirming a burst freight From a circle of birds murmuring Perched in a burnt tree I've been deep in the dirt lurking The scourge of the Earth Evenly bleading, was worth murdering Murdered it weren't me it was, him My Jam flingin' doppelgänger Tin headed ink smidge Smudge of forgotten matter Squashed to the cosmos Cracks in his rotten bladder Screaming out "wa what, wa what" like he's got a stammer Verse 4 [Edward Scissortongue]: Never the walls with the filth of your body, spews Enemies run to the hills in atomic suits Who's seen Jacob? He's late for the comet suit Caged in a hobbit zoo Taped in a manger, to rocket boots Fly now little one Time goes fast when you're flying with Scissortongue Siphon the billabong and extract the diamonds Priceless, ride with the periscope tyrants Verse 5 [Jam Baxter]: Silence For the leech to your left Tryin' a wrap his leather bound head around d**h But it's blessed I've been in these beat up creps in a suit Moonwalking on this greased up ledge For a minute And I ain't gonna slip 'til I'm finished You can't weave wings with a string of defeats Flingin' free tickets to the peepholes Drilled to the floor To watch you burn Spinning Earth squirt filled from his core Verse 6 [Edward Scissortongue]: Feeble in that ending zone Birth of the tyrants Snipers, I spy a mighty fine person Fives times exciting Life for white lie Arrive on light bikes and like the tribes worship Time for a purge of the honesty bank It's properly rank but still my philosophy stands And that's a one a penny ticket to the rocket I man An ocular scan It's ether in the oxygen tanks Verse 7 [Jam Baxter]: Yeah The kid hates sirens Brick walls and blindness And skipped town Skipping the pitfalls, enlightened Bring forth the tyrants Poorly drawn monsters Scrawled on the back of a scrawny sore conscience Spot the imposters Pins in their squashed eyes Hog tied demons At least they were on time Bonsai trees and the midges that climb them Flattened in a second when a fist hit the island Verse 8 [Edward Scissortongue]: Five knuckles settle on your chin Like a hench war Savage in a second City rising d**h chord d**h sports bellow in this interstellar downpour Send more victims to the gallows where I count swords One sword Two sword Three swords Four swords Seventeen shine in the rack by the front door Heaven seems sh**e so I stride out to hunt more One more barb done, that's what the tongs for