Greenwood Sharps - Rituals lyrics

[Verse 1: Mr Key] Oi What you propagating in your music? What d'you know about tellin' 'em the truth, kid? I was sellin' them degenerates a blueprint On how to rep-represent messiness and lose it It makes me sad when I listen to the tunes that I wrote when I was living in a crystalline cocoon And every single line I sniffed, solidified the tune But now the plants have broken through and summer's flowers are in bloom Did it like this and now we do it like that It's evolution alive from inside of a synapse You could be a A suit and tie inside of a flytrap See the truth divinely shine to you right back Is that a fact? Get stepped on, battling your demons You need enough perspective so you actually perceive them (Funnily enough) It made me happier to meet 'em I'm scattering the seeds, to turn this Babylon to Eden More than just a psychedelic pattern on the ceiling Or seeking of a believing, it's feeling that gives it meaning Dirty divas deep in us, says each of us needs a reason My reason's the inner peace and the feeling of reaching freedom When it's more than just the absence of constraint More than just the lacking of the shackle and the chain What it ain't, what it is I ain't gonna tell you what it is though You'll have to find out for yourself how to live [Hook: Mr Key] Go deep Deep, where the skeletons broke And bones creep out the closets to roam the stone streets Dance cemetery poker off-beat Do not sleep You're living in a wonderful world [Hook: Jam Baxter] Yeah It runs deep Deep, where the blood from the slaughterhouse Seeps through the gutters in dimly lit streets Now doesn't that carca** taste sweet Do not sleep Do not sleep [Hook: Mr Key] Try and wake the f** up And go deep Deep, where the skeletons broke And bones creep out the closets to roam the stone streets Dance cemetery poker off-beat Do not sleep Stay awake, hold your space [Hook: Jam Baxter] Yeah It runs deep Deep, where the blood from the slaughterhouse Seeps through the gutters in dimly lit streets Now doesn't that carca** taste sweet Do not sleep You're circling a star right now [Verse 2: Jam Baxter] I told him, mister, roll it all back To when this bad blood stream rolled us all flat I stood there posing for the same snotty picture The smile resonating for a honey-drenched fister For one intense mentor But each shade of decay was still nominated for freeze frame of the day Now every warm pot of j**el And shipment of rocket-fuel Was left on the crumbling street flaking away From the Wastemansions, to a wall of masks To young dust mites inhabiting a haunted yard To even piles of mold as [I'm folding cards?] To crushing a selection of a**orted hearts [So me and Key eat?] five or six gurners each Or ride a pier, looking like regurgitated burger meat Sat awake practicing experimental surgery To pumping pure gold into eternity Transplanted To a velveteen field for a string of last dances It's endless Infinite infantile versions of yourself in the air hugging blood red placentas I ain't gonna question your agendas Cause you can cut the cord on any one of 'em So I'll crush the crushed underfoot Lie back and spend perfect nights staring up at 'em [Hook: Mr Key] It's deep Deep, where the skeletons broke And bones creep out the closets to roam the stone streets Dance cemetery poker off-beat Do not sleep Do not sleep