dancing trees

Uncle Sam and the Grim Reaper

Drowning On Coldblow Lane

NONDESCRIPTCOMMUTERTOWNS

big up Old Bill studios for the mix/mastering --- @iammusicli
s/o m a n n y for the beat --- @mannypeace

see these planes are like fat metal slugs,
they're mere dots across the sky
fear foppery and snide and hear the crockery go slicing into shoppers

minds
lost within their sights the sniper operative's gone blind decipher lines taken from the times paper
I'm 
legislating fines while doggies defecate n heaven waits forever till its time

and now

the string lines are drawn straight to the murderers
with limbs picked apart by the seven headed cerberus
murmurous 
impervious surfaces that deserted us
deserts filled with disheveled devils to whom we turn our trust

n now I'm shooting round these nondescript commuter towns
the monetary proving ground
its rooted in the stupid sounds of convoluted futures bound by the chain and ball
they said they caught a few but man they can't contain them all

and they can't contain them all

and the arches of the heart strain and fall
n 
famed faces crawling in the mall he's calling hauling it till all his corsa's caught elicit stalling in the thrall

he's trapped within the ice

thawing out from monolithic ages reading unspecific pages of the tome
sit and listen to the tone  
this spit it glistens licking shit off of the throne
cos at the masters feet he claimed the masterpiece 
then he starts to speak
he's in the darker street
blade sharpened 
sword straight out the armoury.

Uncle Sam and the Grim Reaper

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