WOODS


I'll be there in an eye-blink
Listen to the sound as your eyes blink
You could analyze it but why think?
Silence your mind
Sink deeper inside this


You'll tear silver lining Aligning with sirens and words that he's writing Iris is heightened High as the highest high dreams where the silence is frightening His shining example of paradise? Dashed on the rocks of his psyche Violent designs slashed eyesight to blindness Blinder than flea bitten eyeballs confronting Osiris Where love is a life sapping virus Solitary confinement is honestly Not where I thought I would want to be Watching a clock stop short Snorting rock drop thoughts Sword sharpened for war, but I'm lost in it properly Lost in monotony, lose it in cotchin with bottled up dishonesty, down it A cop mobbed in sodomy Grotty green slop boorish pours from the sockets of this porcelain pageant queen dishonest, breathe She found solids with a grotty fiend Fingers in the orifice, you polish with a promise That his other filthy frolics didn't warrant dreams, never Screaming like an opera queen, pounding hell for leather When he was with her there were comet beams Lights in the tunnel seemed brighter Life wasn't what it seemed And now he's deep in a horror scene Murderous thought patterns formed to disturb the peace And if you go away? I'll take a fucking rusty saw and hammer to my face Till the features are mangled Worse than our corpses decaying in a half rare stasis The shallow graves Razors and dagger blades aching for action
I'll stagger, days sifting through shabby lanes More than the force in your escapade driven by lust laden love muscles pouring their paste on your fucking face So I'm pouring my heart out Guzzling substances, snort 'till I pass out 17 pints on my Jack Jones lager - the lonesome Last stop sparkin' these long nights Sat on my own in this beat, nestled, frozen
Fishes in the sea? There's only whores in this ocean Swimming to the next cotch Next stop, gored hammer hammering the dead lock Death rally head shots
Hammerin' enamel 'till my head clocks Skull matter dripping from the hammer claws dribbling with fresh death Pommeling life's face 'till the breath stops
Dead door swinging on its hinges for this foul little temptress Thousands of hours amount in to nothing But running to the mountains around us
Doused in these honey suckle showers and wanderlust That crumbled our Ivory towers to granite dust.


It happens in a flash, The unexplainable acts Full glossy split lips that are poised too attack When your body guard sips this poisonous schnapps It's a wrap So where we at, where we at What a question, it looks like a forest of congestion Exhausted exhaust pipes spew in my bedroom Our seldom romance story of a freak and his glass pipe Sparks out at dawn, late night rerun ripening Ten paces later he bottles out Aiming at the moon like he ain't a traitor, waiter waiter There's a fly in this congealed mess, I think he's trying to tell me something Somethings got me real stressed Torn creps, barren ground, spread that grease And slide into battle with a 10 bag each Just some next antiques trying to get with the times And im sure that she's clocked it, it's all in the eyes So what to do, what to do, I can't remember shit, who are you, who are you The clocks gotta point I gotta move, gotta move Cause I'm standing on the line that I drew, tick tock tick tock So what to do what to do, I divined all but this, what are you, what are you The clocks gotta point, gotta move, gotta move Cause I'm standing on this line that I drew, tick tock It happens to em all Unless it's some box office smash I'm fresh gloss glued to the facts, that's brass But relax Decisions make themselves if you give em space This ones had a thousand acres of rivers, lakes Green field, sand dunes swampland and cliffs That's why I ain't seen it in a bit, the little bitch Swing and miss The covers cover two minds and one problem The fumes hide two lives and one option The sun clocked em Span away at breakneck pace Left staring at a train wreck Swearing at a cage gets tiresome A liar in the rain swept mire trying to play chess Back to the safe bet Bayonets raised Flicking through the days It all sorta changed Except the fucking names involved We hold flames Begin the incineration The scandalising story of the fickle and the brazen.

She thought she read me like a book but she could never see, A crystallised sheet of desperation over sunken eyes, Disguised by the cushioning of a state of drugs and lies, she fucking cries, the tears wash her face away, she takes to razer blades from day to day and plays a dangerous game. We were fragile, but we were agile in the way we weaved, like the hair of an ox alone couldn't hold a feather, but when you weave a few together it can hold the fucking world, so beautiful in the stars we'd sit and watch and smoke the night away. But now she drinks tequila in the bath to wash the pain away, but only makes the demons start to laugh and gurgle "pass the cane".