Farfetch me a forest gump story
Pen it in a verse until the vultures come calling
Someone's been clogging up the switchboard again
With a bloodcurdling sentiment, a ripcord refrain it was... Me!
I was searching for the lost link between
The screaming masses in the chaos in the cockpit
Deep in the fragrance of the mosh pit
An iridescent speckle had me gazing at the lost limbs flailing
Animation as the blood stopped
Bailing from the apparatus
Curdles in the rust spots were dripping
Bottom of the bottle slipping
Waving as the puddles of the iron ore thickened in the carpet
They grew heavier and heavier and heavier
Then lessened and diminished then thats when the peace came
Silence in the fuselage
A line dividing light & dark
Its like, honest to God I was honest to God
I swear he wasn't honest with me
I sung seven hail Marys' to his son on a cross
Heard nothing but this song on repeat
Maybe its him
Maybe its me
Maybe my enlightenment got lost in a breeze
Among the pockets of the fog in the treetops
The sprockets and the cogs in the street smog
The apostles must eat so feed 'em
Feed 'em every single inch of innards sat within
The fatty fillings of your sinning, yeah feed 'em
Feed 'em every black and blue decision
That your shallow body shots have ever given
Feed 'em
Plier out your teeth and hack off every single
Digit from your hands down to your feet, yeah feed 'em
Practice what you preach until the silence
Is the only friend you need, you best feed 'em
Skeleton burned
Flesh into ash
Cage the weak until its their turn
Heat the coals
Mould the metal into something that works
Thats the only way the sinners will learn
How little they've learnt
There were complications at birth
But you're still here putting in work
Give it your worst
Hand's clenched riddled with dirt
Say Grace Dinner is served
Welcome to my Home
The perfect winter painting sits above the mantlepiece
Inside the Drawing Room you're waiting for Me
Wait there for me
As the hunters' strike the wintery breach
Welcome to my Home
The perfect winter painting sits above the mantlepiece
Inside the Drawing Room you're waiting for Me
Just wait there for Me
As the hunters' strike the wintery breach
I left the rosegarden in a state
Past the waste water on the way
Varnishing the coffintop to lay to rest the carcass in the grave
Larger than the sum of your decay
Parcel it away
What did father say about the masked marauders dancing in the flames
Secret passwords at the gate
Basking in the darkness of the dark arts
Darkness make us marvellous again
Some things never change
Amongst the laughter on the lake the
Lights they flickered like a carnival display
And dripping particles of paint depict
The workers mining marlin in the caves
One slip'll force the cartilage to break
Shame
Blue lip's starving in the rain
Same night that Lilliana passed away
Pain
Head down passing on the lane
The Catcher in the barley laying wait
Again
Dancers in the dark
Touched for the first time
Orbiting the Sun
Masters of the moonlight
Dancers in the dark
Touched for the first time
Orbiting the Sun
Masters of the moonlight
Dancers in the dark
Touched for the first time
Orbiting the sun
Masters of the moonlight
Dancers in the dark
Touched for the first time
The sun the moonlight