[Verse 1: Jam Baxter]
Here we are at the edge look down
Them green clouds are infectious now
I was sat back heckling a headless clown
On a bed of dead flesh yelling, 'Let them drown!'
In this restless town
Spinning bird, cinema
Sat back watching the skyline split apart
And in the dark killers aren’t squeamish
Shit starved if it slithers I’d eat it
Deep breath move in the bright blue neon
See a kid tied to the rocks, what’s he on?
Downing a pint, tryna howl at the sky
With his face in a mountain of white you could ski on
So fetch the nurse
Borderline sure they’ve been dead from birth
Stuffed with crushed ice and then sent to work to sell last years tears to the dregs of earth
What’s worse?
Tailor made eyes shut, lost in the fatal gravy train pile up
Death and I wait for the same delayed night bus
Whiplash
Fade to grey they ain’t like us, nah
Sterilised dreaming
Deal me in, you can tell 'em I’m cheating
[?] flushed feeling
The kings in the full house curled up screaming
Leaving
I see your screw face
And raise you a smouldering soul that mutates
The hang man folds, and the vulture's too late
The kid kicked out with a bulging suitcase
True say ‘Same time next week’
Socks full of aces, same sly techniques
Bare ripped limbs in a red sea, flailing
Deadbeats swimming in the fresh meat, trailing
[Verse 2: Ed Scissor]
Super user Scissortongue, the darkest of these late arrivals
A heartless harbinger of doom when scribing hate recitals
Mystery man
In one fell swoop
All the darkness he stored in a tin can blew
And burst out the nest when the wingspan grew
Too wide for the part time drive he was tied to
Intercontinental title holding type of fella
The million dollar man, Ted DiBiase
Mr. Killing Them Softly in a cage match tear-up
Top turn buckle dweller
Pirouette-clothesline-type, murderous tekkers
A silhouette nosediving
Scourge from the minute the bell turns (ding ding)
Yo, it’s time for the terror (tremors)
Lost herds in a whitewash
Turbulent times in the dirt of the swamp
Where we lurk with the lights off
Sly like a night cop
Wired with a sack full of weapons on his night off
Stance of a Cyclops
Tunnel vision blues
Got me washed up, promising a summer on the moon
To a sloshpot, horrid looking sluggy on the tube
With a face so mashed that she’s probably a dude (like, oh fuck)
Here comes the rainstorm
I had a vision in the night that the trains hit
And drained every little bit of life
From the people sat beside me on the carriage I was caged in
*Wake up*
Take it on the chin, chim, chimer-ee
Time to take serious
All the fake imagery
Half my mates think that I spark the bars killing beats
After dark swigging the largest jar killing me
I’m gone
[Verse 3: Jam Baxter]
And the rest of 'em never saw daylight
Simulate sun with a match in a lay-by
Bare raw parasites slip through the drainpipes
Swimming in your innards and they all play games like
'Spot the Organ’ and ‘Rate the Kidney’
And everyone’s a winner, I’m ashamed forgive me
I was out back slapping every witch-made bitch
When I spotted my sanity escaping swiftly
Like, 'Ah shit!'
I’ve clocked what you’re up to
The madness that hovers like a monster above you
I’m not gonna spud you
Unfurl your fist
Free-hand smacking a smuck well for six
Like 'Damn!'
Congrats on the bloodshed behind you
Do another lap round the high-five drive-through
Pity none of them saw life like I do
Pity none of them saw life like I do...

[Verse 4: Ed Scissor]
What a pity!
Bars from the waste bin
Starting the day in this half-arsed matrix
Last of the great minds
Parked in a grey pit
Marred in the tar like liquor that I’m caved in
Stance of a raven
Spaceship blues
Got me stacking up the chips like a great tycoon
Half of the halfwits couldn’t make room
In a wish-wash [?] to this fake typhoon
In unison, it was amusing to some, but I was not amused
I was sat in the back of a smashed up flat
Tryna make the machine parts move
With a gaggle of goons in this penthouse polishing
And flagging the booze with some slutbags grovelling
A sediment, stewed in this lost town hobbling
A goose step hollering a fresh lampoon
Let's suppose that you were able every night to dream any dream that you wanted to dream. And that you could, for example, have the power within one night to dream 75 years of time. Or any length of time you wanted to have. And you would, naturally as you began on this adventure of dreams, you would fulfill all your wishes. You would have every kind of pleasure