The Wipeout Soundtrack feat. Toyface
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โฑ๏ธ 5:35 duration
๐ ID: 24736139
๐ Lyrics
Brain freeze in a dead car
Carcasses line in the left field minus the head scars
Rise up through the dark parcels of night like a shark fin
Targeting deadstock roadkill
Still no thrills on this park bench
Litres of half rate liquor tanks distil my wordplay
Words get slurred at a rate like vermin
Emerge and create my murmurs the first day
Burnt land shake hands with a wicker man giving thanks
Still nose deep in a shitty gram
Magazines torn into parcels for oblong cocktail dust
Racked up as the city sank deeper than thousands of leagues
Like bases of mountains to TNT by the crate load
Knee deep stuck in a crime scene
Bathe in the scum of the street side searching for fake gold dust
Buns bunkered, stubbed on the tarmac
Lungs ripple rough burnt chest hurts life in the coal mines
Lurk in the pits with the demons
That's where my soul lies
Creep in the cold nights
Swallowing swords in the slipstream nightmare
Night pest sprint from the door of the house fire
Douse in the streets in DeLorean time trails
Matching the gas tank boom boom can't fail
I have dreams that I'm standing alone at the steps of the next life
And my last words harness the murderers targets
Miss before my next big breath dies
Split second respite
Flaming infernos great lakes bulge at the weight of my turncoat
Tainted and turning to fruit mould
Taint in the fruit bowl
Wait in a line to nosedive straight into the wormhole
I watched the door close behind you
And I walked down to the water's edge
I see fire on the horizon
And I know you're there
These are the minutes from a numbskull seminar
Vaporised letters from the eye of the hurricane
Fortifications have kept us at bay for a while
Watch us come again pacing with hunger pains
Hungry for morsels and scraps from the frost bitten porcelain pans
At your banquets
Lay abandoned like ghost towns
Scratched from the map face back to the sandpit
Bandaging language
Bandstand blues bamboozle the bag full of madness I smoke
Like quoting a tangled approach to untangle the heart that you broke
With a sledgehammer blow to the back of my cranium
Mote someone pacing this caged booth
Break through rust riddled bars just to claim what they gave you
Analogue stars combust like lust fuck life gun fights
Tight ropes over slate roofs
That's what it came to
Dream like conclaves commandeer cut death wishes on your houses
Moss seeps sparkling sediments are weaving the black widow messages
A land lubber effigy
Gripped by the silhouette
Sick of these stretched lettered text
Riddled heaven sent death bitten elements
Deathbeds drenched in the stench of a severed head
Guts get spilled for a breath of some fresher air
Whether I hope in the widest of worlds
The human flight climbs heights higher than skylines
Higher than skyrockets made of bricks and stones
To build its home tie tight to a kite line
Better luck next time
Better start running now or never
Like rats in the drain pipes scuttling
Four days left till the planes fly better
Get pitchforks spade dirt tunnelling
Under the scum, a magnified evil
Lurks in the patterns that the parasites seeped through
See through savages
Polythene bags full of whitewashed passages
Wipe out land
We saw the sandbags dashed at the landmarks
White waves laughed as the town went underneath
A hundred leagues
World wide washout
Blue planet flat in the notes of the chorus
The dirtiest stop out
Runt of the litter
Wide marks in the galaxy's graveyard opening
Truly the last days
The wild west ways
Tin can tussles lead to life raft shootouts
Stench of a car crash marred by the barnacles
Parked on the tarmac
Last of the life form particles
Breathing out a dead note
Singing all the lead boat ditties to the floating corpse's stomach
So meet your creator Mr. Eraser
Sheaths of rain wash away the remains of the paper take-ups
Caught in a maze stuck major
Last man laughing in a world lost way stuck
Man better drown brat
Sound of the mouse trap
Snapping as the ransacked landmass outback
Bulge where the town at
Nothing but whiteness about that
I'd like to thank God for the soundtrack
Can you hear me?
I've been calling for such a long time
I see you fumbling through the light
Can you hear me?
I've been calling for such a long time
I've been calling
I've been calling
For such a long time
Carcasses line in the left field minus the head scars
Rise up through the dark parcels of night like a shark fin
Targeting deadstock roadkill
Still no thrills on this park bench
Litres of half rate liquor tanks distil my wordplay
Words get slurred at a rate like vermin
Emerge and create my murmurs the first day
Burnt land shake hands with a wicker man giving thanks
Still nose deep in a shitty gram
Magazines torn into parcels for oblong cocktail dust
Racked up as the city sank deeper than thousands of leagues
Like bases of mountains to TNT by the crate load
Knee deep stuck in a crime scene
Bathe in the scum of the street side searching for fake gold dust
Buns bunkered, stubbed on the tarmac
Lungs ripple rough burnt chest hurts life in the coal mines
Lurk in the pits with the demons
That's where my soul lies
Creep in the cold nights
Swallowing swords in the slipstream nightmare
Night pest sprint from the door of the house fire
Douse in the streets in DeLorean time trails
Matching the gas tank boom boom can't fail
I have dreams that I'm standing alone at the steps of the next life
And my last words harness the murderers targets
Miss before my next big breath dies
Split second respite
Flaming infernos great lakes bulge at the weight of my turncoat
Tainted and turning to fruit mould
Taint in the fruit bowl
Wait in a line to nosedive straight into the wormhole
I watched the door close behind you
And I walked down to the water's edge
I see fire on the horizon
And I know you're there
These are the minutes from a numbskull seminar
Vaporised letters from the eye of the hurricane
Fortifications have kept us at bay for a while
Watch us come again pacing with hunger pains
Hungry for morsels and scraps from the frost bitten porcelain pans
At your banquets
Lay abandoned like ghost towns
Scratched from the map face back to the sandpit
Bandaging language
Bandstand blues bamboozle the bag full of madness I smoke
Like quoting a tangled approach to untangle the heart that you broke
With a sledgehammer blow to the back of my cranium
Mote someone pacing this caged booth
Break through rust riddled bars just to claim what they gave you
Analogue stars combust like lust fuck life gun fights
Tight ropes over slate roofs
That's what it came to
Dream like conclaves commandeer cut death wishes on your houses
Moss seeps sparkling sediments are weaving the black widow messages
A land lubber effigy
Gripped by the silhouette
Sick of these stretched lettered text
Riddled heaven sent death bitten elements
Deathbeds drenched in the stench of a severed head
Guts get spilled for a breath of some fresher air
Whether I hope in the widest of worlds
The human flight climbs heights higher than skylines
Higher than skyrockets made of bricks and stones
To build its home tie tight to a kite line
Better luck next time
Better start running now or never
Like rats in the drain pipes scuttling
Four days left till the planes fly better
Get pitchforks spade dirt tunnelling
Under the scum, a magnified evil
Lurks in the patterns that the parasites seeped through
See through savages
Polythene bags full of whitewashed passages
Wipe out land
We saw the sandbags dashed at the landmarks
White waves laughed as the town went underneath
A hundred leagues
World wide washout
Blue planet flat in the notes of the chorus
The dirtiest stop out
Runt of the litter
Wide marks in the galaxy's graveyard opening
Truly the last days
The wild west ways
Tin can tussles lead to life raft shootouts
Stench of a car crash marred by the barnacles
Parked on the tarmac
Last of the life form particles
Breathing out a dead note
Singing all the lead boat ditties to the floating corpse's stomach
So meet your creator Mr. Eraser
Sheaths of rain wash away the remains of the paper take-ups
Caught in a maze stuck major
Last man laughing in a world lost way stuck
Man better drown brat
Sound of the mouse trap
Snapping as the ransacked landmass outback
Bulge where the town at
Nothing but whiteness about that
I'd like to thank God for the soundtrack
Can you hear me?
I've been calling for such a long time
I see you fumbling through the light
Can you hear me?
I've been calling for such a long time
I've been calling
I've been calling
For such a long time