Chemo - Clockwork lyrics

(Verse 1) Nice little picture you painted But it's missing the horn and tail motif that fits with them whimsical faces Traces of blood in the teeth of my soul tied in place Call it still life in the city that stole time and space Burn your brushes brother, lick the pallet clean Scrub the eyes to wipe away the splash of green See I'll play the singular kid at your exhibition Pissing blood on every canvas till they match my premonitions f** an artist, a couple dark streaks decorate my inside Read between the heartbeats, chew this, half each I'll bleed the night dry And wear his skin as a success story dragged across the sky Got, last weeks mess on my mind I took a minute to remember its fine Cus I grab every millisecond by the neck and chew it whole The past times of a decadent swine (Hook) Yeah clowns in the clockwork f**ing with my minutes Get your hands off the gla** stop touching the exhibits Sit out, sit sit out head-bu*t the hourgla** let that sh** spill out Clowns in the clockwork f**ing with your minutes Got the small town goons out gunning for your image Swing out, swing swing out, drop-kick the hourgla** let that sh** spill out (Verse 2) Spilling laminated cakes on contaminated plates More crumbs than you could cram in your evaporating face Gone, an I ain't felt a drop of rain yet Gone, still ain't felt a drop of rain yet I tried not to comment your lack of facial features As your offered your existence to your allocated jesus Submerged in a mixture of submerged in a mixture of Tanqueray and spittle reminded me a little of a marinating fetus Fire up the grill, cooked him eventually Foraged in my stomach for a spare shred of empathy Flung it to the pack of dogs drained of an identity That s**le at the feet of any vacuous celebrity My propensity for k**ing it is crazy I ain't put a f**ing foot wrong lately An I ain't gotta magnify my issues till they fill my field of vision When these minuscule things still amaze me (Hook) Yeah clowns in the clockwork f**ing with my minutes Get your hands off the gla** stop touching the exhibits Sit out, sit sit out head-bu*t the hourgla** let that sh** spill out Clowns in the clockwork f**ing with your minutes Got them small town goons out gunning for your image Swing out, swing swing out, drop-kick the hourgla** let that sh** spill out (Verse 3) Life, you give it little meaning I been giving it that dimethyltryptameaning Figures interweaving shooting shivers through your innards meaning Daytrip in space get your face reconfigured meaning I never like the smell of skin congealing Out on tour getting lifted till I hit the ceiling Need to neck half of this before I can begin the evening Pigs'll need to seize the rig before I can consider leaving Thats still the ethos, CP's the crew for real Every leech splattered through my dark parts knew the deal Come work a child shift as a human shield and find out how a standard issue warning in the future feels So stand to the side I'm surgically attached to the vibe Neverending joy in a miraculous mind Cus you ain't f**ing with the head-space Its back to the grind (Hook) Yeah clowns in the clockwork f**ing with my minutes Get your hands off the gla** stop touching the exhibits Sit out, sit sit out head-bu*t the hourgla** let that sh** spill out Clowns in the clockwork f**ing with your minutes Got them small town goons out gunning for your image Swing out, swing swing out, drop-kick the hourgla** let that sh** spill out