[Verse 1]

Look

Seems it ain't gonna take me tonight

Send my love to the lady in white

You can tell em all I'll be back ready next summer

With the same blank page, just save me a slice

Like

What have I done? Who have I offended?

A skinny green bitch, with the pitch black lenses

Frog venom flushed him, inspect the forensics

Unzip a sky to a swarm of detectives

Dry wretchings, purge me a river

Sail every beached whale out of your face

You can take a hard left at the burning gorilla

Swing a right at the ice cold mountain of waste

That sly snake and his feline bredrins

Slipped the whole galaxy between my intestines

Shot through a spiral of barbed wire fencing

A garrison of ghouls in the moonlight resting

Who painted a billion versions of my face on the curtains encased in the streaks

And sent that man in a bowler hat swinging through the foals with a blunt blue blade in his teeth

Not sure, sat there dead in the centre

Are you aware that these ships are sinking?

Burning sails blanket the water in embers

What's with them thick green drinks you're drinking?

Man, 'llow me a sip

You seen that chick with the legs that stretch off deep in the distance

Infinite fishnet tights on fell feet draped in a fabric of boundless existence

Nah?

Guess you got commitments

Cool

I left a message with their people

Turn my insides out, shook em on the ground like come bruv tell me which bits aren't evil

("You in the hat ... can I have a bit of your drink please? - that's disrespectful, come on man")

[Chorus]

I ain't even two cups deep, so we ain't even halfway finished

Watch life bleed through the cracks, in a skyline crawling with wide-eye spirits

And you ain't gonna peel that face off, unless you wanna down that chaser

Rolled up and shot through the night on cannon ball, tell 'em all I'll be back later

[Verse 2]

A chief in the check-suit mastered the bitch-slap

You gotta give to the kid, he got skill

But he ain't gonna keep a man locked in the corridor licking at the walls all night, nah chill

Besides, I been seeing his serpentine sister, running that chirpse like a right creep

Running itchy wrinkles and burst in a slosh fiesta as lesson to stripped down psyche

It's bless

Did that plump old woman just dropkick death?

Did that mild mannered middle aged chick just pull a pack of wolves from a hole in her toxic flesh?

Must be playing that cosmic chess, you'll never take the queen out

Solid gold drill to the forehead, stand up scrape the weeds out

Offer me a powdered world without limits on a stained glass plate in a house of vagrants

Find every flaw in that well-worn brainstem announced on a tannoy in a crowded station

What a washout, drop out, full time cop-out

Spent his time drunk on a lifelong long-out

A circular slug trail smeared on the pavement

A run down waste man, a first round knockout

Who sent this amplified midget? Gassing on a milk crate screaming

Twist his minuscule neck, neck another cup

Are you sure that wasn't your tongue speaking?

Bring 'em all out, an immortal mistress in a shifting amorphous mask of our crafting

Swans in spinning them webs of white light, unraveling a reel of answers in passing:

This is the hand you were dealt, use it to swing out or strangle yourself

Use it to rip away realms of existence or use it to build em, candles that melt

Into blackness flicker in the midnight madness

You ain't gonna see that road to Damascus

Live amongst humans or live amongst actors, your choice, they got this whole shit backwards

"Yo can you get off your phone, please...

That paper-mache thing, one more time...

Sketch out..."

[Chorus]

I ain't even two cups deep, so we ain't even halfway finished

Watch life bleed through the cracks, in a skyline crawling with wide eyed spirits

And you ain't gonna peel that face off, unless you wanna down that chaser

Rolled up and shot through the night on cannon ball, tell em all I'll be back later

I ain't even done with it yet

I ain't halfway finished

A billion and one teeth chew through the sky, life bleeds through the cracks in these bite-size minutes

You ain't gonna peel that face off, sat picking at the raw data

Flung through the night on a cannon ball tearing a hole through the sky, peace, I'll be back later