Edward Scissortongue - Garotte lyrics

Life is fading That's why I'm in museums throwing petrol bombs and judo chopping priceless paintings My mind's amazing That's why the mic is breaking in my grasp before I put it near my mouth to say sh** Your eyes are gravy They're dribbling off my plate and causing mayhem in these couplets that your features gave me Inspiration but the light is fading So I'll just sit around until I'm older now, until the creatures take me Amalgamation of the town that made me f** the human contact concepts it's this town that made me Stick around and try save me Do that if you like But be warned I know you'll live to hate me A hammer to my skull will cave it in, or butcher knife my f**ing face to pieces Make your decision man, quit debating After all the battles we've been great in and all the violent bateness Come home to find I've smashed your place in I might have made decisions in the past that were lazy, but who could blame me? Probably you, but man I'm done with hatred The trouble is that I'm not done with hating So sit amongst the debris and take a second in this f**ing daydream Take a second out to jump on graves till the taste of love remains a fuzzy brain freeze Taste the f**ing brain grease Go cinema but I'm not paying Lie in our filth until the flies start laying eggs around the crumpled acres f** this f**ing daydream I'd rather wake up now than wake up with a hundred thousand problems on my doorstep waiting Watch the paint thin Sniff the fumes and watch the days gleam Drain steam straight oozing off these wasting pages Like a foreign body grazing on your naked body baked in all the f**ing promises I played a f**ing game with Winter's coming, I'm still into nothing Apart from hunting through my drawers in search of something that will f** me up quick Or searching on the web for clever ways to try and snuff it Murder with a rusty musket See we were once above the summit, but as the mountains crumbled down I knew that time was changing now Another night, another day around in circles running Vital signs of life decide to plummet deeper than the pipes that keep the water running And they're the thoughts I run with A tour-de-force of lies and lawlessness Curtains drawn morbid and demons gushing Cause I'm alive or something, that's what the people tell me Before this rush of poison makes me chunder evil liquids Still I'm alive or something, but only just I'm thinking Cause I can sense the evil spirits hover just behind me Cause I'm alive or something I feel my pulse, its pumping garbage through the ma** of flesh that makes up every part of every single limb and finger that's dangling from Edward Scissor Hours picking out the splinters Fingerprints and shrivelled sphincters If there were ten of you and ten of me Would we find a combination fit for stardom? Or would they melt and bleed in perfect symmetry? Forty fists and kicking feet Ripping garms and k**ing sprees Cataclysmic misery Amidst the evil habits and cerebral damage I see beacons flashing Say what you see inside your feeble cabbage It's always worked for me Working with the workmen till the work defeats the person that I've murdered in this murder scene The same person in the shoes and socks upon my feet Edward Scissortongue the worthless creep Wallowing in buckets full of bird seed and rancid burger meat The kind of prick that you avoid when walking down the street