paroles de chanson The Muffle Coffin - Edward Scissortongue
There
is
this
stench
in
the
air
so
foul
Lungs
brittle
air
thin
stripped
down
Grime
drips
from
the
sinus
Smoke
clouds
rise
from
the
towers
of
this
fair
town
From
where
I
stand
out
to
the
smog's
edge
Heads
roll
south
to
a
soundtrack
that
god
read
In
thousands
Roadblocks
rounding
the
town
off
cut
from
the
mountains
we
once
crept
Bricks
keep
stacking
Caught
in
these
blitzkrieg
patterns
Sands
of
the
cityscape
fabric
Land
of
the
tic-a-tape
tactics
Scorn
of
these
split
screen
atoms
Blood
in
the
reservoirs,
blips
in
the
sonograms
Asphalt
stained
with
a
tripwire
face
plant
Death
in
the
particles
silent
Stretching
your
wires
higher
Fuel
for
your
holograms
Lines
of
the
cattle
grid
Catching
the
dreggery
Eating
the
medicine
Time
glass
infinite
As
the
speckles
split
lines
from
precipice
widen
Storm
drains
syphon
the
sentences
And
the
silence
is
everything
But
the
sirens
arrive
and
it's
deafening
As
the
rifles
align
light
sources
to
fireflies
caught
in
the
mire
we're
messing
with
Blue
skies
derelict
Tied
to
a
shoestring
edifice
Ever
since
war
of
the
world
wide
beckoning
Caught
in
the
cobwebs
touring
these
front-line
tenements
Pause
button
punch
time
terrorist
Trawling
the
bedsides
Pouring
the
death
light
forms
in
your
next
life
Death
by
cause
and
effect
like
walking
a
stretch
wire
perilous
It's
all
over
as
soon
as
the
plagues
breach
Make
haste
for
the
mountains
you
can't
reach
Faint
traces
of
days
spent
chasing
the
train
lines
luminous
Parting
the
great
seas
Snap
back
to
the
grave
heap
And
make
tracks
to
the
place
where
the
caves
greet
respite
Hacked
from
the
shrapnel
and
debris
Death
from
above
yeah,
death
from
the
drain
steam
Movements
in
time,
pass
over
sections
of
life
Die-cast
irises
widen
to
soak
up
the
sunshine
Death
from
above
yeah,
death
from
the
skies
Movements
in
time,
pass
over
sections
of
life
Die-cast
irises
widen
to
soak
up
the
sunshine
Death
from
above
yeah,
death
from
the
skies
Death
from
the
ground
up
Death
from
the
sulphurous
fumes
to
the
wells
dug
deep
in
the
magma
Deep
in
the
poisonous
toxins
bleed
from
the
frostbitten
cells
Such
ethereous
sludge
in
the
spells
Scum
breeds
in
the
dust
mites
Worms
in
your
gut
pipes
feed
on
the
wind
in
your
sails
Stuck
deep
in
the
gunge
you
inhale
Deep
in
the
muffle
coffin,
sands
of
the
cityscape
City
streets
stay
cancerous
On
this
land
mass
magnetic
Man
stands
static
glued
to
the
grid
pattern
formulas
Yo
it's
more
than
a
war-torn
thought
straight
pouring
the
forlorn
laws
and
coordinates
orderly
All
sorts
under
the
floorboards
caught
in
the
onslaught
Touring
these
constructs
awfully
Movements
in
time,
pass
over
sections
of
life
Die-cast
irises
widen
to
soak
up
the
sunshine
Death
from
above
yeah,
death
from
the
skies
Movements
in
time,
pass
over
sections
of
life
Die-cast
irises
widen
to
soak
up
the
sunshine
Death
from
above
yeah,
death
from
the
skies
Movements
in
time,
pass
over
sections
of
life
Die-cast
irises
widen
to
soak
up
the
sunshine
Death
from
above
yeah,
death
from
the
skies
Movements
in
time,
pass
over
sections
of
life
Die-cast
irises
widen
to
soak
up
the
sunshine
Death
from
above
yeah,
death
from
the
skies
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