Letras
What would the king make of this new type of cake?
This daring cook's experiment
The cook was risking his honourable position
His place in life
His very life itself
What would come of it?
But the cook had gambled and won
All aboard the panic station
It's the place to be
A hundred miles higher than the waves that drown the streets
The mountain peaks
Earth reversed its revolutionaries
And rendered every human being lucid in the scuba team
Make believe
Down becomes an upper when the levels rise
The stench of death resides
Feel it in the air tonight
Floating corpses, bodies bobbing, thousands in the foggy mire
In the panic station carting goods in Asda trolleys wired
Open the floodgates
Bust all the dams
Then run fast
Run fast
Far as you can
What march of the pond life
Threats true roots
Till the mildew reeks like the coast of Japan
Silence the land with a big fat fuck you
Tidal wave at a breakneck speed
Dancing the wish wash life in a tin pot
Live on the big screen
Slime in the stream
Shit's HD like a crystal laser
Butterfly strikes through the running makeup
Grasping the driftwood
Shit's too deep
As the mould breathes neat on a piece of paper
Ride in a tractor beam
You can't match the beast
So try catch the meat
And dissect the treats
In this deep blue sea
Pull a masterpiece back to base
We can hardly breathe
Spreading through the city
Slurp inside the surfing waves of dust
Drips of melted faces
Soaking scalps
Illuminated rust
There's brown heads in the room across
That swiftly forgot what the future was
The day the foil fooled them all into
Thinking that they were polluted gods
Spread on a wafer thin winter
Gurgling sweet black mixture
They found him at sundown
Dredging a city wide lake with a stiff middle finger
A mile out adrift out yonder
The cast of a prime time crisis
You will never see a wet speck on my iris
Blink and you might find life is a storm in an eyeball
Chewing off paint from the walls come nightfall
There I sat
Faded cake paintings stare like bats
From a smudged out ceiling I glare right back
Splash
Hollowing roof top walker
Afloat in the pure warm water
Flares in the eardrums
Drunk from trawler
Chased by a drugged up stalker
Boiled to a stop for the soup of a sailor
Shoes of a traitor
Swing from a fish hook
We were glued to a glacier
Dodging a sunbeam
Yelling out 'die', dry lip shook
Buckets of bait worms and granules
And a pimp with a sea snake snapping at his ankles
Tangled in midnight's moonlight
Mangled
Ode to a plughole
Drowning a scandal
Sink
Mr Toxic Crusader
My mind is lost in the pages of rhymes concocted and capered
Inside my optic behaviour
I've tried to stop but the same shit has got me locked down in caves
Still awash with bodies and graves that I dug to stop the decay
So save us
Light the beacons
Cast the searchlight for a certain saviour
Allow the serpents and the hammer headed circus ravage
60 Minute munch downs slit your wrists to meet the purging
Greater corpses on a marble surface
Burning till the toxins take charge
Set speed when demo's in a run through
Dead weight every single one amongst you
Save face with the demons in a lunch queue
Make way pick a sewer pipe to lunge through
The streets seem awfully violent
Talk to the virus
Sure that he's violent
Horizon slide in his mortuary pile up
Back to the base now
Watery silence
Glug glug
Are you really ready for the rinse when we rise up?
Ever ready heavy with the things that we type up
More screwed than a submarine in the night lust
Swimming in this dead blue sea with the lights off
Covert breach the surface
Applying the verses till the breach is bursting
Back to the station draw for the surface
Awfully deep in the watery lurks and sink
This fly grim shawm of shank just shook the innards out of all of 'em
Ignoring every stop sign and settled at the source of 'em
Absorbing 'em with a thick saliva
He was trying to synthesise a ship the size of his
The sky's a crimson tide
A distant diver surfacing
Circling the whirlpools
Murdering the first fool to tie an anchor to both his wrists
Unburden him
With that dead weight
Flash red tape
Streaming around him in that fresh lake
Tied to a seabed
Life of a sea dead zombie
I'm awake now
Drop me
His dish ran away with the spoon
And his bitch ran away with a goon
So the kid barricaded his room
And the flood came quick to create him a tomb
So I sat on that high ground counting my blessings
Moon eclipse in a bright white wedding
That red herring
Schooled on a rock smelling like hell
Ignited an abscess swelling
Smiling and checking
Flaunting a boarding pass
Sharpen snorkel paths
Pour a glass
Drafted to walk the path
Autograph the sky with the watermark
It's just one verse bubble and a cup of cold cider
And the husk of a stubborn old miser
One verse pipeline
Deep sea drive-bys
One blood puddle and a non-evoked diver
Sink