Edward Scissortongue - Rosegarden lyrics

Plotting points on a map If point A's where I've landed, then point B's where I wish I was at In between said points is a storm cloud forming the fore-written laws that enforce how the stories elapse Life in a matchbox Striking a fuse to a move on the chessboard, checkmate Like months to a fresh flame d**h's gaze dawn heavy pours on the pawns of a fresh day Cause and effect, like carca**es fall from the force of the wreck like dominoes Pour from the time gla** sandstorm particles cast over all in this mess Dawn of the vanguard template Tarmac scattered on a spectrum, following a set path goose-step Four laws numerous form from the manmade mandates channels of the d**h march, who's next? The periscope lines of these movements Back to the chalkboard spinning like computers End-game total, grimace at the half rate cynicism parlay vision of the future Sunshine rays on the radar are sweeping an unholy sequel this evening Stream of the four points forming co-ordinates caught in the mortuary grease we're secreting Breaths grow heavy, lung sacks weathered raw Set course pattern stretch d**h door teleport March of the crow's feet nails in the coffin tops Caught in the annals like a Copperpot travelog In these days of the behemoth Great days fall foul to the storm cloud Short of the centre tapped like inner city switchboards bleeping [Chorus] So meet me in the Rosegarden, left at the turnpike, under the tarmac, last time ever see Rose petal littered landscapes rise up from the grid patterns cast in these earth shattered fragments Can't see through the trees mortar block dust smothers all in the spectrum Plants of the universe open to pollinate Grid patterns grimace at the glorious colour waves [ways?] Towns lost miniature rail road patterns pa**, grid patterns pa** over life lost linear Kerouac cinema, dead pan road films, carved from the bone brittle scars of the canon beams Waves of the future clash with the past, these marvellous back flips deep in the omens Cast in a concrete cenotaph planting and penning raps parcelling venom sacks doper Until the heavens crack open and the paths get soaked by the bars like pins in a rat maze ascertain motion Gravitate lacerate acid rain potions In a place where the granite slate laminates walls to the floor lined lawless Cracks stay filled up tours the back straight map face walls of the match face porous Grey grains in the daylight storm of the swansong Heads get smashed into pieces Swords in the chest plate, animate jigsaw patterns, fade gaps in a d**h door thesis All that has gone wrong thrives in the skirting Lines of the slipstream dive in the tide of the verminous right wing turbulence hiding the truth in the clues of a fresh fire burning [Chorus]