Edward Scissortongue - Same In The Dark lyrics

Farfetch me a forest gump story Pen it in a verse until the vultures come calling Someone's been clogging up the switchboard again With a bloodcurdling sentiment, a ripcord refrain it was... (Me!) I was searching for the lost link between the screaming ma**es in the chaos in the co*kpit Deep in the fragrance of the mosh pit An iridescent speckle had me gazing at the lost limbs flailing Animation as the blood stopped Bailing from the apparatus Curdles in the rust spots were dripping Bottom of the bottle slipping Waving as the puddles of the iron ore thickened in the carpet They grew heavier and heavier and heavier Then lessened and diminished then thats when the peace came Silence in the fuselage A line dividing light & dark Its like, honest to God I was honest to God I swear he wasn't honest with me I sung seven hail Marys' to his son on a cross Heard nothing but this song on repeat Maybe its him Maybe its me Maybe my enlightenment got lost in a breeze among the pockets of the fog in the treetops The sprockets and the cogs in the street smog The apostles must eat so feed 'em Feed 'em every single inch of innards sat within the fatty fillings of your sinning, yeah feed 'em Feed 'em every black and blue decision that your shallow body shots have ever given Feed 'em Plier out your teeth and hack off every single digit from your hands down to your feet, yeah feed 'em Practice what you preach until the silence is the only friend you need, you best feed 'em ?Skeleton burned,? Flesh into ash Cage the weak until its their turn Heat the coals Mould the metal into something that works Thats the only way the sinners will learn How little they've learnt There were complications at birth but you're still here putting in work Give it your worst Hand's clenched riddled with dirt Say Grace Dinner is served Welcome to my Home The perfect winter painting sits above the mantlepiece Inside the Drawing Room you're waiting for Me Wait there for me As the hunters' strike the wintery breach Welcome to my Home The perfect winter painting sits above the mantlepiece Inside the Drawing Room you're waiting for Me Just wait there for Me As the hunters' strike the wintery breach I left the rosegarden in a state Past the waste water on the way Varnishing the coffintop to lay to rest the carca** in the grave Larger than the sum of your decay ?Pa** a little way,? What did father say about the masked marauders dancing in the flames Secret pa**words at the gate Basking in the darkness of the dark arts Darkness make us marvellous again Some things never change Amongst the laughter on the lake the lights they flickered like a carnival display And dripping particles of paint depict the workers mining marlin in the caves One slip'll force the cartilage to break Shame Blue lip's starving in the rain Same night that Lilliana pa**ed away Pain Head down pa**ing on the lane The Catcher in the barley laying wait Again Dancers in the dark Touched for the first time Orbiting the Sun Masters of the moonlight Dancers in the dark Touched for the first time Orbiting the Sun Masters of the moonlight