Contact Play - Coma lyrics

[Unknown Female Spoken Sample] Your move, bishop to knight four. My move, knight to rook three [Verse 1: Jam Baxter] sh**, I'd best warn everyone Where'd you get that confetti? Come sell me some So we can celebrate the day that our twenty one nail bomb salute spelt a d**h for the setting sun Let 'em run Their brittle femurs were built to snap Too proud to crawl out the thrall of a simple trap Prescribe a pill for that Pilfer that bag of j**els Luminous thieves in the blackness A pack of fools With pack mentality We pack less gravity Dark auras hover in a hand stretched canopy A strangled menagerie Landed a job Landing a lost plane in a land where the fog reigns king With strange skin ever shrinking And fifty two eject bu*tons blinking Guess that's a win win but wings cost extra Send your cheques to the pigeon in the blender [Verse 2: Mr Key] My mother was a princess my father was a king Spring, summer, autumn and winter to spring Blackbirds singing I see God in all things And as the earth spins it ends and begins again My beauty is the simple – a cosmos sprays off a single stem Turn men to kings, turn kings to men In the blink of infinity so think again What you think? I ain't sure I ain't mastered my thoughts I'm staring at the stars laughing trying to ask them for more Like the universe isn't enough – nor's infinity d** And I swore that I was giving it up Quantum leap – Ziggy's not watching me What'd you mean? What'd you mean son? It's simple as a crystal Dynamic systems sinking through the blissful Thimble full of ink to pour symbols in my ritual [Verse 3: Ronnie Bosh] I didn't see the mirrorball shatter but there's gla** on the dance floor Saw the line flatten - asked any last thoughts The shards plot paths to your yard's door Hard fought sagas you are what you ask for Pa** more sh** through your system for wisdom The masked hoards drift in to the distance Last call for the tricksters and vixens Mixed with a difference I shift like the pistons And yes I guess I did something once And yes yes whatever next dunce is done They bled red I sever flesh drunk the blood And left d**h a step ahead crumbling punk It's like fresh leaves turning into red leaves autumn Dead leaves turning into fresh green portions Bless these vermin the rest keep falling Emcee turning kids to next weak orphans [Verse 4: Dirty Dike] With my eyes black staring at the white on the page I try to crystallise my mind and ignite into flames The price of the game – either catch the vibe or the shame And try and wipe away the silence when you're hyping the stage I fly into space – right beside this guy and his mates A giant face screaming cry James – die and escape Try and erase the bad lies violence and hate Try and abide the bad guy try and behave Try and replace a man's mind at night with a spade Try and climb mad high at night at night in the rain Try falling – sitting in the water and dry's calling Committed 9 sins and the f**ing pigs caught him Nothing's this awesome a f**ing big box full of bloody sick drops that some other kids taught him His mother sits balling her stubborn little eyes out A son still alive in another prison life now [Verse 5: Edward Scissortongue] Starter for ten Who's that parking the car in the grey suit? Last seen parcelling carcinogens with the top down targeting artforms darker than d**h It was 4am when the sky split sideways – i saw bright steam Bellow from the skyline crunching Life gushed hard on this one-a-penny whitewash Starved on a monetary timeclock sunken Calling all workers – report to the docks where the bullets fly One last ship leaves these shores Drawn to the furnace – nine hour shifts with the shovel Pistons and coal heaps Better life parchment – next life setting sun – time grows darker Heaven might sell us some better lives after the carnage has settled So disarm the grenades and pa** them to everyone