Edward Scissortongue - Coma (feat. Contact Play) BMRN Remix | Текст песни

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• Edward Scissortongue
• Coma (feat. Contact Play) BMRN Remix

[Unknown Female Spoken Sample]
Your move, bishop to knight four. My move, knight to rook three

[Verse 1: Jam Baxter]
Shit, I'd best warn everyone
Where'd you get that confetti?
Come sell me some
So we can celebrate the day that our twenty one nail bomb salute spelt a death for the setting sun
Let 'em run
Their brittle femurs were built to snap
Too proud to crawl out the thrall of a simple trap
Prescribe a pill for that
Pilfer that bag of jewels
Luminous thieves in the blackness
A pack of fools
With pack mentality
We pack less gravity
Dark auras hover in a hand stretched canopy
A strangled menagerie
Landed a job
Landing a lost plane in a land where the fog reigns king
With strange skin ever shrinking
And fifty two eject buttons blinking
Guess that's a win win but wings cost extra
Send your cheques to the pigeon in the blender

[Verse 2: Mr Key]
My mother was a princess my father was a king
Spring, summer, autumn and winter to spring
Blackbirds singing I see God in all things
And as the earth spins it ends and begins again
My beauty is the simple – a cosmos sprays off a single stem
Turn men to kings, turn kings to men
In the blink of infinity so think again
What you think? I ain't sure I ain't mastered my thoughts
I'm staring at the stars laughing trying to ask them for more
Like the universe isn't enough – nor's infinity drugs
And I swore that I was giving it up
Quantum leap – Ziggy's not watching me
What'd you mean? What'd you mean son? It's simple as a crystal
Dynamic systems sinking through the blissful
Thimble full of ink to pour symbols in my ritual

[Verse 3: Ronnie Bosh]
I didn't see the mirrorball shatter but there's glass on the dance floor
Saw the line flatten - asked any last thoughts
The shards plot paths to your yard's door
Hard fought sagas you are what you ask for
Pass more shit through your system for wisdom
The masked hoards drift in to the distance
Last call for the tricksters and vixens
Mixed with a difference I shift like the pistons
And yes I guess I did something once
And yes yes whatever next dunce is done
They bled red I sever flesh drunk the blood
And left death a step ahead crumbling punk
It's like fresh leaves turning into red leaves autumn
Dead leaves turning into fresh green portions
Bless these vermin the rest keep falling
Emcee turning kids to next weak orphans

[Verse 4: Dirty Dike]
With my eyes black staring at the white on the page
I try to crystallise my mind and ignite into flames
The price of the game – either catch the vibe or the shame
And try and wipe away the silence when you're hyping the stage
I fly into space – right beside this guy and his mates
A giant face screaming cry James – die and escape
Try and erase the bad lies violence and hate
Try and abide the bad guy try and behave
Try and replace a man's mind at night with a spade
Try and climb mad high at night at night in the rain
Try falling – sitting in the water and dry's calling
Committed 9 sins and the fucking pigs caught him
Nothing's this awesome a fucking big box full of bloody sick drops that some other kids taught him
His mother sits balling her stubborn little eyes out
A son still alive in another prison life now

[Verse 5: Edward Scissortongue]
Starter for ten
Who's that parking the car in the grey suit?
Last seen parcelling carcinogens with the top down targeting artforms darker than death
It was 4am when the sky split sideways – i saw bright steam
Bellow from the skyline crunching
Life gushed hard on this one-a-penny whitewash
Starved on a monetary timeclock sunken
Calling all workers – report to the docks where the bullets fly
One last ship leaves these shores
Drawn to the furnace – nine hour shifts with the shovel
Pistons and coal heaps
Better life parchment – next life setting sun – time grows darker
Heaven might sell us some better lives after the carnage has settled
So disarm the grenades and pass them to everyone

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