Wastewater - Edward Scissortongue

This is the end of another lifetime

Another life fettled on another last night

One in one out

Life in the mosh pit, crowd of a cot death town where we rot alive

Languishing horrified

Language a means to escape what is fossilised deep in the porridge pile

Oats that we guzzle might cope with the struggle light strobes in the tunnel

five notes leave you canonised

This is the winter of discontent ten fold

Discotheques riddled with rancid flesh, fresh mould dribbles from penned

letters then ripples of endeavour time trickles this head serum

Episodes where the pen glows

Pandemic cancers

Land where the man sews limbs to the land’s own trenches and man holes

Petri dish specimens speckle as amphetamines settle on tongues testing the

limits of white lab coats

I embrace all the waves in this great tropic

Stained sonnets grave hopping caged in my hate pockets

Earthquake wastewater

Handshakes tectonic plates shapes clash in these mazes of pain promise

Acres of flames orange haze on these great lakes

Silhouettes rain on the great plains

Fake solace

Take aim shoot feign knowledge

Slave to the grey onyx rain droplets

Swig nerve and brain tonic

I’ll stay with this good ship sinking

Silently pass in the night like darkness to light marks marvellous sparks in a

passing of time tunnel TARDIS delights got me thinking in

Frames-per-second like laser quest levels

Devil steam smoke settles on the corners of life withered lynchpins

Life in this light covered lab rat existence man it’s symptomatic of the

sickness

Restricted by purpose, a sickness that creeps from the circus and grips to the

surface

Deeper than verses, deeper than hermits, deeper than urchins, deep in the

furnace

So go deeper, get deeper, dig deeper, think deeper, get deeper, go deeper,

think deeper, get deeper, go deeper, get deeper, dig deeper, burrow deeper,

think deeper, go deeper, dig deeper, burrow deeper

This is the end of another lifetime

Another shallow grave another landfill site

It was only twenty years since the moment that this breh came kicking and

screaming into another fam’s life, and on this day another fam cries

Mud is getting scattered on a casket tonight

Vultures scale Scalextric circuits in the sky where Rigamortis episodes are

never televised

Missing

Like ghosts in the machine

Cogs spinning

An apparition hoax that this dreams worth living, it isn’t

Deeper into deep drug binges

Swimming over the surface of this scenes greased linen

Skimming

Stones over lakes of fire gone fishing

Singing

Requiems for these peeps gone missing

Pissing it away till your life fades quicker than the nightshade grips the

shitty town that we live in

Until we’re back at the beginning

Life as a product of the battles that we’ve been in

Knee deep swimming in these muddy sewer suicides

Flashlights flicker on the crime scenes of villains

Chastised annals, anabolic slashed mass guise, gravel anatomic stacks,

that’s life live it

Racked lines, mirror image tapped like inner city landlines landslides back to

the city limits

Back to the high rise mouse trap scraps that we try pillages pounce write

writings to pen pals

Paper cuts ink spillages rowdy counting a countdown to counter resistance so

pipe down

Clowning around, drowning the sound out of a pounding that caves in your faces

and cheek bones

Doused in the sound of a riotous crowd unassailable town fold swell in the

streets now