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Clockwork Lyrics
Year of Release: 2014
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
- Fuck 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 fucking with my minutes
- Get your hands off the glass stop touching the exhibits
- Sit out, sit sit out head-butt the hourglass let that shit spill out
- Clowns in the clockwork fucking with your minutes
- Got the small town goons out gunning for your image
- Swing out, swing swing out, drop-kick the hourglass let that shit 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 suckle at the feet of any vacuous celebrity
- My propensity for killing it is crazy
- I ain't put a fucking 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 fucking with my minutes
- Get your hands off the glass stop touching the exhibits
- Sit out, sit sit out head-butt the hourglass let that shit spill out
- Clowns in the clockwork fucking with your minutes
- Got them small town goons out gunning for your image
- Swing out, swing swing out, drop-kick the hourglass let that shit 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 fucking with the head-space
- Its back to the grind
Hook
- Yeah clowns in the clockwork fucking with my minutes
- Get your hands off the glass stop touching the exhibits
- Sit out, sit sit out head-butt the hourglass let that shit spill out
- Clowns in the clockwork fucking with your minutes
- Got them small town goons out gunning for your image
- Swing out, swing swing out, drop-kick the hourglass let that shit spill out
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