My mind feels like a tin can tirade Grimmer than a limb snapped sideways I try digging in the pitch black, living in the mismatch innards of a zigzag ice age Why claim innocence when your mind's dark like tar shines? Car lights pass by deep in the dark nights, spinning on the filth drench millings of the park life Cinematic shark bites Knee deep creatures struggle in the bog land Neck high horses, summer in the sport stands He speaks evil Dreams of the boondocks Teeth sink deep in your porcelain wounds What's left in your closet? Aside from the stench of the flesh from the eight dead bodies? One life left, best start running Silence is golden but please say something
[Chorus] Please say something Lines in your rhymebook don't say nothing Pages are blank, no [?], nothing Warpaint colours [?]
Primed for a voyage Splats on your windscreen Wishing wells brimming with Bavarian mincemeat Lasers and aphids Locusts and slipstreams Perverts sitting in a frostbitten daydream Watching the wastage, as it pours from the pores of the whores who applaud on the pavements We are the people Chapters of history And this chapter is compost literally Compost Flopping like a lost dog wandering the constructs following a dump truck Awful Runners in a non-stop, ruckus where the bombs drop, promising we're mortal Muzzle who you once was, cause you're different now One face in the midst of a shitty crowd One wager away from a winning sound One train from the greyness of tinsel town