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Borrowed Time
Jam Baxter
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Warbling in unison, Gods in a lampshade
Buzzing round the bulb and engulfing in black flames
Scoping the landscape, sinking in a steam cloud
Scream out, sipping pink liquid in a dream lounge
Snuffed on a chaise longue, locked in a lavish room
Rouge blood rains outside on the black and blue
Parachutes gather in the sky so we rattle through
Mechanised metal eyes wired in a panic room
Dogs howl at the stench of this fur
Spinning earth, spinning worse than the dirt where we lurk
Swimming, life's quite rosy again
Tides turned as the lines blurred lurk with the modus extends
A stone's throw from the cinema screen
A slow focus, atrocious the flow blows linear beams
Life quotes, man I'm riddled with these
A lifeboat, right nose, tide slows on Gilligan's dreams
Squeamish I burst free
From a circle of birds murmuring perched in a burnt tree
I've been deep in the dirt lurking the scourge of the earth
Leaving any beat that was worth
Murdering murdered it weren't me it was
Him, my jam flinging doppelgรคnger
Tin headed ink smidge smudge of forgotten matter
Squashed to the cosmos cracks in his rotten bladder
Screaming out wha-what wha-what like he's got a stammer
Level the walls with the filth that your body spews
Enemies run to the hills in atomic suits
Who's seen Jacob? He's late for the comet's soup
Caged in a hobbit's zoo
Taping a manger to rocket boots
Fly now little one
Time goes fast when you're flying with scissor tongues
Siphon the billabong and extract the diamonds
Priceless, ride in a periscope Tigris
Silence, for the leech to your left
Trying to wrap his leather-bound head around death
But it's blessed, I've been in these beat-up creps
In a suit moonwalking on this greased-up ledge for a minute
But I ain't gonna slip till I'm finished
You can't weave wings with a string of defeats
Flinging free tickets to the peepholes drilled to the floor
To watch you burn spinning earth squirm filled from its core
Feeble in the landing zone, birth of the tyrants
Snipers I spy a mighty fine person
Five times exciting, life a white lie
Arrive on light bikes alight the tribes worship
Time for a purge of the honesty bank
It's properly rank but still my philosophy stands
And that's a one a penny ticket to the rocket I man
An ocular scan, there's ether in the oxygen tanks
Yeah, the kid hates sirens, ripples and blindness
And skipped town, skipping the pitfalls enlightened
Bring forth the tyrants, poorly drawn monsters
Scrawled on the back of a scrawny sore conscience
Spot the imposters, pins in their squashed eyes
Hogtied demons, at least they were on time
Bonsai trees and the midgets that climb 'em
Flattened in a second when the fist hit the eyelids
Five knuckles settle on your chin like a henchwart
Savage in the second city rise of the death god
Death sports bellow in this interstellar downpour
Send more victims to the gallows where I count swords
One sword, two sword, three sword, four swords
Seventeen shine in the rack by the front door
Heaven seems shite so I stride out to hunt more
One more barb done, that's what the tongue's for
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