Edward Scissortongue - Better.Luck.Next.Life lyrics

Let's try figure this out Why am I sitting here scribbling sh** that I'm thinking about? The ships long sailed for a quick little script litter picked dribble drips from the mouth Years of this tunnelling down I've grown weak from the tunnels I've found It gets deep when the current surrounds, speech bubbles bleep bleeping aloud Deep in the breathing, evil seems to increase as the grease gets deeper Past lives dawn in the flytraps Caught in a wisecrack synapse touring the ether, either The morgues snatch more of your life than your mind thought live in the first place Or the cause of your mind's short shortage is prize to a d**h's door floor space Thirteen years of this rhyme pad fraff And in that time I've done zilch on an album or track that was worth one minute of your time, one penny of your cash But I'm still here meddling with raps And the words get heavier with that See man makes music Man takes man made maps made lucid, man made that Hide the inventions and la**o the moon with the wires you're left with And tattoo these bars on your face just to prove that you're down with this mindless perspective But you'll never get out alive out of sight of land settlements drown the sky sediment down the pipes gone Washed up, bled dry Less bright Better luck next life