Wires - Jam Baxter

Uhh.

bugging.

larvage

Sit down.

sprockets.

Fucking hate this guy man

Erugh yeah, hard driving, foul, jam baxter

Look look, all hail the mechanical wire man

Sat with the planet like a rat in his iron hands

The wrath of a giant flan, lathered in vile jam

(par.) far from a flash in the frying pan

More like the crust on a unwashed pot of gum

What a month son, come kotch till you pop a lung

Its got him konked, it’s all a little bit solicious

A little kid light the piff now he’s in his innards

When he’s not beaten by illogical bitches

He’s eating like a slob as he twitches, oesophagus itches

Theophany of sprockets and switches

Words, clicks, pops and forgotten statistics

A lot of logistics, in militant munching

Clunking, I cried him a river to rust in

He drank it in one sip, and sat like a dumb prick

Screaming «beep beep» with a can full of crushed

Hard driving.

It goes mass manufactured electrical odyssey

Strapped to a gadget, techno-lobotomy

Snap the elastic, check the commodity

Wrapped up in plastic, fed to the colony

Look I ain’t even scratching the surface, wrapped in is circuits

A whole population of languishing hermits

Trapped in the skirmish with mountainous Daleks

Grab your silver bullets and your ounces of garlic

The wrong stopping mega biting your neck

Smell the slime on his breath, selling slices of death

Tenderising your chest, to my right and my left

I saw it all sprawling, rise in its mess

And (yes.), I’m being morbid I guess kid

A field full of green can put it all in perspective

A gormless collective, digital behemoth

Ruler of all he surveys with a tray of slop

Stale crocs, served in a box of data

He’s not your saviour, common slob stocking paper

Flogging nature with a million MacBooks

Damn that’s a brass look fam he’s got mans shook

Seriously, get this guy, out of my house

Properly like, seriously man

Sponsored by Strongbow to

Fumes man

don’t forget me

K cider, boom

It goes mass manufactured electrical odyssey

Strapped to a gadget, techno-lobotomy

Snap the elastic, check the commodity

Wrapped up in plastic, fed to the colony

I saw it, all of it, in all its entirety

On one sunny afternoon crawling inside of me

Dwarfed by sobriety, ah the irony (shit)

I still couldn’t describe it for the life of me

Finding the light finally, I’m sat at the summit

(yeah.) quick as a flash sucked back in the gullet

The draggle cats scamber on gelatinous rubbish

Like, come here you fat slapper you love it

Yeah right (yeah right), in a air tight Tupperware

Nothings there, refrigerated in a rubber lair

And they love it there, but I was never sure

Skeletor, laying in bed with a blem of draw

I saw.

the unexplored depths

Scooped them all out, now there’s nothing more left

But a stubborn sore retch and a motherboard stretched to capacity

This is what’s left of reality.

reality