Gryphen - 6.25 lyrics

`i can get it in six minutes' It stinks of mold Too fierce to grow Of mildewed pride d**h and hope Bromide Metabolised Dumarier dust Doctor's orders And arthritic Abeyance Pads chirp Under finger Touch Unleavened tongue Rotates Dot matrix cataracts Blink into being Arithmetic excess And i fly Legs like springs Raving playthings Wound compliant By fright and Forever-bound Trances of triumph Worthy tyranny High stepping Daylight anthem Blackbird deranged Morning ecstasy Crests, rolling fingers, stick Hits of rage Float green Over k-mart kicks Stuffed snug: Two-ply thrift Spasmodic leaks And my mind's A laughing Fit Life drum counter-feits a Tetched metronome To half-mad tempo I stride break-beat Marziale bu*terfly lesions Alight giant Staples Ignore Incandescence; Fatal oath to Split frantic The course grows Steep and xanthic Azure archway Fume Sanguine london Breath comes From Miser Compa**ion: Blood-soaked And barbed Machine chirps Digital cheer: .46 miles/3:00 minutes Blackbirds guzzle Crimson fog It tastes of Zambezi And flows Free like Song