Edward Scissortongue - The Muffle Coffin lyrics

There is this stench in the air so foul Lungs brittle air thin stripped down Grime drips from the sinus Smoke clouds rise from the towers of this fair town From where I stand out to the smog's edge Heads roll south to a soundtrack that god read In thousands Roadblocks rounding the town off cut from the mountains we once crept Bricks keep stacking Caught in these blitzkrieg patterns Sands of the cityscape fabric Land of the tic-a-tape tactics Scorn of these split screen atoms Blood in the reservoirs, blips in the sonograms Asphalt stained with a tripwire face plant d**h in the particles silent Stretching your wires higher Fuel for your holograms Lines of the cattle grid Catching the dreggery Eating the medicine Time gla** infinite As the speckles split lines from precipice widen Storm drains syphon the sentences And the silence is everything But the sirens arrive and it's deafening As the rifles align light sources to fireflies caught in the mire we're messing with Blue skies derelict Tied to a shoestring edifice Ever since war of the world wide beckoning Caught in the cobwebs touring these front-line tenements Pause bu*ton punch time terrorist Trawling the bedsides Pouring the d**h light forms in your next life d**h by cause and effect like walking a stretch wire perilous It's all over as soon as the plagues breach Make haste for the mountains you can't reach Faint traces of days spent chasing the train lines luminous Parting the great seas Snap back to the grave heap And make tracks to the place where the caves greet respite Hacked from the shrapnel and debris d**h from above yeah, d**h from the drain steam [Chorus] Movements in time, pa** over sections of life Die-cast irises widen to soak up the sunshine d**h from above yeah, d**h from the skies d**h from the ground up d**h from the sulphurous fumes to the wells dug deep in the magma Deep in the poisonous toxins bleed from the frostbitten cells Such ethereous sludge in the spells Scum breeds in the dust mites Worms in your gut pipes feed on the wind in your sails Stuck deep in the gunge you inhale Deep in the muffle coffin, sands of the cityscape City streets stay cancerous On this land ma** magnetic Man stands static glued to the grid pattern formulas Yo it's more than a war-torn thought straight pouring the forlorn laws and coordinates orderly All sorts under the floorboards caught in the onslaught Touring these constructs awfully [Chorus]