Same in the Dark

Ed Scissor

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Far fetch me a Forrest Gump story Pen it in a verse until the vultures come calling Someone's been clogging up the switchboard again With a blood curdling sentiment A rip cord refrain It was me I was searching for the lost link Between the screaming masses and the chaos in the cockpit Deep in the fragrance of the mosh pit An iridescent speckle had me gazing at the lost limbs Flaming Animation as the blood stopped Bailing from the apparatus curdles in the rust spots We're dripping Bottom of the bottle Slipping Waving as the puddles of the eye in awe thickened in the carpet They grew heavier and heavier and heavier Then lessened and diminished And that's when the peace came Silence in the fuselage A line dividing light and dark It's 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 the cross Heard nothing but this song on repeat Maybe it's him Maybe it's me Maybe my enlightenment got lost in the breeze Among the pockets of the fog in the treetops The sprockets and the cogs in the streets 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 Ply about 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 Skillet and burn Flesh into ash Cage the weak until it's their turn Heat the coals Mould the metal into something that works That's the only way the sinners will learn A little they've learned There were complications at birth But you're still here putting in work Giving your worst Hands clenched, riddled with dirt Say grace, dinner is served Welcome to my home The perfect winter painting sits above the mantelpiece Inside the drawing room you're waiting for me Waiting for me As the hunter stride the winter we breach Welcome to my home The perfect winter painting sits above the mantelpiece Inside the drawing room you're waiting for me Just waiting for me As the hunter stride the winter we breach I left the rose garden in a state Passed the waste water on the way Varnishing the coffin top To lay to rest the carcass in the grave Larger than the sum of your decay Pass a little way What did father say About the masked marauders dancing in the flames Secret passwords at the gate Basking in the darkness of the dark arts Darkness made us marvelous again Some things never change Amongst the laughter on the lake The lights they flickered like a carnival display And dripping particles of paint Depicting workers mining marlin in the caves One slip had forced the cartilage to break Shame Blue lips starving in the rain Seen there that Liliana passed away Pain Head down passing on the lane The catcher in the barley lay in wait Again Again Again Again Dancers in the dark Touched for the first time Orbit in the sun Masters of the moonlight Dancers in the dark Touched for the first time Orbit in the sun Masters of the moonlight Dancers in the dark Touched for the first time Orbit in the sun Masters of the moonlight Dancers in the dark Touched for the first time The sun The moonlight