Edward Scissortongue - Light Round Here lyrics

I was woken by the mundane sun rays Monday to Sunday Mans need curtains in this house Less boring Saw a little premonition of my day panning out before me Clock the d** meant for snorting I was woken by the unpaved, one way Ticket to a dumb day, lungs stay awful So I settle for one some says dumb mate Guzzling the honey in a drug haze portal Forming Forks in the road Walk water to cope in this morbid abode Gray organs Brains pouring the code from the laws that we wrote with the sticks and the stone We launch em, dish em out in big portions In the city fitting fittings to the wall blinds Whittling the lyrics till they're forceful, awesome Cinematic k**ings like we're pissing on the draw bridge Two horsemen, ride to the next stop Heads pop fast like a kenshiron[?] headlock Five second count down, Claire[?] it on your best frock Heads nodding heavily like broads in a s** shop In the dense locking horns with the fresh crop Morbid and let locking thoughts in my despot Torn from the flesh till they're chalking the mess And the watery dreads gush gushing from my desktop Test Mic sounds fresh, yes yes Could sound better but it's bless Would sound better if the rapper that was holding it wasn't such a mess But less Let's get a hold of some d** for a sesh And though I down smoke draw but I guess If you're rolling up a fatty on my living room floor it'd be rude to protest Stretch out the bedrock, mining for boulders Man's got a fresh crop, glad that they called us We got supplies now world is our oysta Rack up some lines, now pa** me the oysta Now that your brains swinging baked in the chemicals Reasons for being here are far from subliminal We go ten years deep on this planet map Why on earth are we sharing this bag of facts now Look into your eyes and they're dark white Sort of like a set of sunken planets in the night sky Like a set of something terrible to monitor my every move and mannerism present in my past life We're much the same Buck that trend f** that face f** that friend In the belly of the lumberyard with skit[?] One piece of timber sharing grains in the wood chip She's like a centerfold, I'm like a child For some strange reason we click in the drug sheet I make her laugh out loud as I walk her to the cashpoint to grab another ma**ive wad of drug paid She looks amazing as her nose bleeds I look amazed at the scale of this dope fiend I grab a tissue and we go deep, no sleep Palms full of valium and codeine The storm will wash away every little bit of evidence that settles and remains It feels like pain and pleasure coexistence in such uneven harmony that nobody is safe Two sides shimmer on the same coin Spinning in a strange void Figures in a rain drop maze Two lives littering the grape vines Spinning at the same time Living where the dust don't lay The storm it washed away every little bit of evidence that settled and remained And pain and pleasured battled on in such kinetic harmony that not a single living soul was safe Two sides shimmered on the same coin Spinning in a strange void Figures in a rain drop maze Two lives littered every grape vine Spinning at the same time Living where the dust don't lay I was always on the cards I dealt the pack and threw the jokers In a mix I made of opium and tar Apply the formula I applied a dozen times before And let her crystal vision turn into a puddle on the floor It's always better when you build a ma**ive force from an immortal that you filter pumble slowly in the jaw You're not that person I'm that person Raining terror on my face till my retinas are raw Stood inside the mirror was a man today He features bloody by the beaten that he'd given to his camera face Body language was all zig-zag out of shape Mismatch downed and waits Misspent hours spent sitting spangled in his mountain cave Getting paid a thousand pound a day to take the satellites to outer space It was a wonderful arrangement Especially when the clouds dissipated in the mountain quake He liked the visions, saw himself in them Bright lights would shimmer in the corners of his mountain cave And as the sun began to jutter on the dawn And on the seventh day the visions turned to letters and displayed his name And that was when he learned his name And that was when the verses came And that was when the herds of ugly people took put coats And tipped their hats And neatly strolled way Heart thickened as his pulse quickened A star swimming in this dark kingdom The last cinematic laugh livin' A car spinning of a large lizard Your brought pinging off an arm with it A vast swimin pulling fast rivers The ma** millings of a half wizard The bark trimmings with the mold in them A job brimming with a dark liquid A man sinking in this star system Come back to Earth Mr. Scissortounge The world is waiting for your words We have business to attend to What's worse than a simple math equation casting doubt on everything you've ever seen as simply untrue Watch the pillars start to unboot A bit of wisdom for the philistines and vixens In a sh**ty juxtaposition between this life and everything up in that sky that makes the mother f**in sun move We're all just littering the lunch queue Running through the carnage Spilling darkness through your sunroof Unscrew your simple life Pick a prize to run to Open up the sewer pipes And pick a pipe to lunge through The sunlight cast patterns on the streets Swings revealing all the sediment that peppering the seasons The sediment is very effervescent in this deepness It hovers in this city like a hundred thousand bee stings Gone are the days of the mountain cave out in space And all the scoundrels sat baked waiting down the lane Baskin' in the sound of great wells in the fountain spray Glance at your watch and realize it's counting late Years amounted in the bounty of your pound of flesh Pounding blood around in the vital organs in your treasure chest And yet the harness that your swore is sound is but a tangled mess Its fraying at the edges till your life is but a drowning mess The storm will wash away every little bit of evidence that settles and remains It feels like pain and pleasure coexistence in such uneven harmony that nobody is safe Two sides shimmer on the same coin Spinning in a strange void Figures in a rain drop maze Two lives littering the grape vines Spinning at the same time Living where the dust don't lay The storm it washed away every little bit of evidence that settled and remained And pain and pleasured battled on in such kinetic harmony that not a single living soul was safe Two sides shimmered on the same coin Spinning in a strange void Figures in a rain drop maze Two lives littered every grape vine Spinning at the same time Living where the dust don't lay