Grime - Cecil Otter

We’re lying in a minefield of dreams

We count those sheep as they scream

They never made it over the fence

With each noble attempt, we just sat there conscious

Been the longest, sleepless few years ever

Defeat feels beautiful together

The breeze feels suitable to weather

So for better or worse is working for the better

And we never, ever gave our letters away

Just gained some pleasure from the pain

We ate some veterans for fame

We aim with the heart, and we never miss the target

And we’re playing in the dark with the archers

The robbers, the honor, the?

Never turn the lights on?

fight long, nights wrong

Moves lose battles when the sun is down, look around

So look it down, go look down the barrel

Look what you found, the bang for the buckshot

The ricochets graze, the blood drops

So go ahead and look it down

Look down the barrel of the?

gun

Look what you found

You got no more face

So when the hot sun’s setting on a shotgun wedding

I will not tie the knot where the shots come heading

At my head, I will not be caught dead

Walking off to my bed with a death threat

We got no time to take orders

It just ain’t in the cards when your self-made

No time for an angel on a shoulder

We got to make room for the barrel of a 12 gauge?

I wasn’t unsure, I was just waiting for the rupture

It never came, so we’re playing with thunder

Now we hungry for slumber, we’re out and we’re hunting

Some thousand-something pounds that are coming

The?

and run 'em up, now we’ll shut 'em up

Proudly pucker up and throw them all kiss

For kicks, prevail and jot it down quick

And we’ll holler that shit, we’ll bottle that shit up

We’ll model?

up, go bottom up, flip out

So get out your gun, ma, let off a couple rounds

And all these outlaws know we don’t fuck around