Borrowed Time - Jam Baxter, Ed Scissor

Warblin' in unison

Gods in the lamp shade

Buzzin' round the bulb and engulfing in black flames

Sculpting the landscape

Sinkin' in a steam cloud

Three miles, sippin' pink liquid in the dream lounge

Slumped on a chaise longue

Locked in a lavish room

Bruised blood brains outside on the black and blue

Parachutes gather in the skies that we rattle through

Mechanised metal eyes wide in a panic room

Dogs howl at the stench of this verse

Spinnin' earth, spinnin' worse in the dirt where we lurk

Swimming, life’s quite rosy again

Tides turned as the lines blurred lure with the modus extends

A stones throw from the cinema screen

A slow focus, atrocious

The flow blows linear beams

Live quotes, man I’m riddled with these

A live quote, right nose

Tide slows on Gilligan’s dreams

Squirming a burst freight

From a circle of birds murmuring

Perched in a burnt tree

I’ve been deep in the dirt lurking

The scourge of the Earth

Evenly bleeding, was worth murdering

Murdered it weren’t me it was, him

My Jam flingin' doppelgänger

Tin headed ink smidge

Smudge of forgotten matter

Squashed to the cosmos

Cracks in his rotten bladder

Screaming out «wa what, wa what» like he’s got a stammer

Never the walls with the filth of your body, spews

Enemies run to the hills in atomic suits

Who’s seen Jacob?

He’s late for the comet suit

Caged in a hobbit zoo

Taped in a manger, to rocket boots

Fly now little one

Time goes fast when you’re flying with Scissortongue

Siphon the billabong and extract the diamonds

Priceless, ride with the periscope tyrants

Silence

For the leech to your left

Tryin' a 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

And I ain’t gonna slip 'til I’m finished

You can’t weave wings with a string of defeats

Flingin' free tickets to the peepholes

Drilled to the floor

To watch you burn

Spinning Earth squirt filled from his core

Feeble in that ending zone

Birth of the tyrants

Snipers, I spy a mighty fine person

Fives times exciting

Life for white lie

Arrive on light bikes and like 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

It’s ether in the oxygen tanks

Yeah

The kid hates sirens

Brick walls 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

Hog tied demons

At least they were on time

Bonsai trees and the midges that climb them

Flattened in a second when a fist hit the island

Five knuckles settle on your chin

Like a hench war

Savage in a second

City rising death chord

Death sports bellow in this interstellar downpour

Send more victims to the gallows where I count swords

One sword

Two sword

Three swords

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