All of the hands that are beneath are weary, All of my answers are teary, All of my family deteriorating, But i can sense the quicksand that is near me, Talons too sharp to be wiping the tears that are smearing her make up, Rocks in her pockets like Salem, I only develop the film to remind myself photos were taken, We incubate memories we're making, They imitate every occasion, I've been too late to get to the station, I'm in to fate, I swear these missed calls been chipping my patience, Talons too long to be mixing the fragrance, Talons too rotten to tend to the patients, Talons too weary, they're literally shaking. Talons too weary, they're literally shaking. I look at my talons, It's all about balance, A knowledge of home keeps me comfy, There's rot in the boat so we're throwing off cargo, I know that the road will be lumpy, She slept in my arms, she woke to a smile, She rested so heavy there's numb feeling, All in my body but not in my soul, I still feel the same when they're rocking the boat, I still feel the same because her property's gold. I look at my talons, they're properly old now, It's probably nothing, I still feel the weight, I look at my talons, they're properly old, It's probably nothing, I still feel the weight, I look at my talons, they're properly old, Talons too rotten, from these cheap rings, This balance i'm seeking.

refer to song title ahahah

Bloody nora! A source of sustenance is half the battle, I saw the others graze for months, before their Mother tied their tie, they went from calf to cattle, Wore the jumper out once and parted ways because the jar is just too sparse to rattle, Fuck the farse, i'm not too arsed about it, Took apart half their circle, got too gassed and lit a spark around it, Rode the waves in search of calmer fountains, My new saga got good karma mounting, Through harder times to carve the mountain out, I'm about snake charmer sounding beats and all the drama outed, Farther outings, man, the stars astounding, If i want it then i want it now, If i stop the sounds i've stopped them proudly, Rock to hardest place, I've got no faith in ones about i've hardly shouted, Mark them out, shit, Chalk on my boots, the onion bag is bulging, Ran the line but the pass appalling, I plan my time and have to factor calls in, Capture crabs, they're after mine and tried to blast the doors in, Practice timing, what comes after mourning? Plants to prune, actors croon, but the BAFTAs boring, It's afternoon, then it's night, then it's back to morning. It's afternoon, then it's night, then it's back to morning, It's afternoon, then it's night, then it's back to morning, It's afternoon, then it's night, then it's back to morning, It's afternoon, then it's night, then it's back to morning. Bloody nora!

Chuck the fucking script to the fireplace, My words tip scales and acquired tastes, I just put it in an ISA, might buy a place, Only bags you'll find on me on my tired face, Back the files up, keep the writing safe, Try to slice the waste off, it's like night to day, I mean, mine to the way they write, Mind your way my friend, I try to say it right, Because it's all that we need, I promise your garden is still important to weeds, Admonish the fathering and the lauding of greed, Ironic how they guarding what causes disease, Bro i want it but the other hand affording the fees, So fuck it, we cut the stalk so thin they jacked all of his beans, Not advocating nothing, oh this disorderly peace! Cut the rotten cords, stay watering seeds, You never did much but it's the thought that is key, It's never the end, you're just caught in the means, Don't forward me emails, just call me to speak.

Tables turning like the globe still, Pay the earnings to my treasure chest til gold fill it, The merky water so chilly, But i ain't never found a way that measure strength home give me, Left the fence where the crows still sit but i never went far, I feel better when the hole filled, They don't get it, my lips closed, keep the code with me, I'm an author, they ought to read the prose in me, Like mortar and pestle how it crush so, Time taught me that medals aren't to fuss over, You're not gas, bro that's just odour, I'll be writing til i'm dying or i'm much older, Roots deep, in a breeze you're a pushover, You'll see, cruel treatment strain trust, Fool them once, they make up, Never me to wait, we save seats for the front.

Take a walk, weed the path, As you go if you can. Take a walk, weed the path, As you go if you can. Nothing spoke is ever cheap, found, Something never seeked out, Bunch of heavy heads tredding weak ground, Stuck my toes up, kept the balls of my feet down, Froze up at the thought of that beep sound, Grown up in this green isle, Where these molehills looking pretty steep now, Hold still, you'll know we'll try to keep smiling, Gold quill digging nuggets that I keep down. All the clocks in the house broke, I ain't notice, Pulled my brain out of smoke just to make it focus, It's a shame the outspoken never take a moment, This flaming opus never ever take shape if you don't break the moulding, I hate controlling the wheel now, This everlasting energy I gained only bloated my willpower, I see now. Nothing spoke is ever cheap, found, Something never seeked out, Bunch of heavy heads tredding weak ground, Nothing spoke is ever cheap, found, Something never seeked out, Never, never ever. Nothing spoke is ever cheap, found, Something never seeked out, Bunch of heavy heads tredding weak ground, Nothing spoke is ever cheap, found, Something never seeked out, Took the precedent with a grain of salt. Higher self, lower health in my noggin, Why the belt loop loose, i used to scoff at it, Going through it all, we never felt snookered, They blamed the felt and the cue i took a shot at it, You're welcome to offers on them, Left discrete, Seldom the prophet though, Crows by the pot of gold, Fell to the top of nowt special, No, no no way to tell those who got the most metal, Go and float petals on the stream, No settling for beans, Upon what i sank beneath. Feel a state of calm, Pay the palm, Don't make a sound, Favours come and go we stay around, Flavours bound to fade we stay around, Taste is found here, Place of pounds, Safe to say we'll drown when the ground tear, Nothing spoke is ever cheap, found, Something never seeked out, Bunch of heavy heads tredding weak ground, Nothing spoke is ever cheap, found, Something never seeked out, Bunch of heavy heads tredding weak ground. Take a walk, weed the path, As you go if you can. Take a walk, weed the path, As you go if you can.

Everything i know to be warm is really cold now, The bosom of the country i love dearly so, how, Twitter Feeds make you hate your neighbours, Flick the v’s, gate your acres, I hope you know your words the weight of wafers, Nearly thrown out my phone, Barely grown out my clothes that my mother bought me, I’m decades old now, Made me fold out the paper aeroplanes, Nothing sold, house still standing, Imagine the fuss, All that came with it was us, A brave image of trust in our eyes, They came timid with lust in their mind, Its hard to watch, those who used to graze grew to carnivores, Hungry mouths chew your harness, or, They knew the garnish for you, They drew the largest crowds, They’re selling grief to mourners, Take a piece of your goods, Evade the leash and scratch, Any fucking eyes that see fit to look your way, Courts take your shoe laces, You blew traces and it grew tasteless, You bang your doors and you lose patience, New babies in old mangers, Newspapers that sold dangers, Newspapers that hold cod and chips, battered sausage from a few strangers, Who saved us, Bruised talons making noise reaching through cages, New salons flicking blue pages, Who fucked who who fucked who and made who famous, We grew painless, that means no growing pains and getting new trainers, No moaning, wait, its only passing through the station, Sprint to the tortoise, you’ll be soon aching, Limbs in the water, tell me who’s flailing, Things could be coarser but the brew’s straining. Bloody nora, Teabag dodging all the muddy water, Bloody nora!

The steeple far too steep for me, Because other people don't be speaking for me, The base is even but the peak is gory, I'll fold the page if you read the story, All this before me, I see all that there is, I feel all that is bliss, I see all that is offered for me, I think with all that i have, Shape the thoughts and the path to ensure that it's proper for me. x2 Crestfallen, chest heaving, Banks bursting, so i keep my ear canal to the ground, Never fall, Lest thwarted, rest needed when the river water flow the hardest, Aim your bow a little north of the target, Pain for growth is what you call an artist, Stress saw the fresh weaken, Rain worsen, your footing on the cliff loosens, Aggression sought to get even, Thanks lurching through my heart, The best support contest reason, The nest full, weather storms where the static like tar, So my breath fleeting, The satellite far but abyss near me.

t was never put to rest, Might not be for the better but it’s for the best, Ties choked enough to sever, I was thinking it was stress, No-one said timber, now there’s splinters in my chest, I was- it was blessed, Like what could be better now, than a rest? I try not to settle, put the kettle on i beg, Rusty water, the sediment of self. The letters sent themselves by the end, Much better when the health in my head gives me strength, I look dishevelled, they were thinking i’m a mess, Might not be for the better, but it’s for the best, Kites flock together, of a feather, like they said, Might not be for the better but it’s for the best, I thrive in hotter weather, never thinking i would sweat, Might not be for the better but it’s for the best. No man’s an island til he’s completely shore, I’ve seen the process weather him but never me and never mi amore, Like they said, he fled thinking it was either or, I guess the inside of wool is something i’ve never seen before. Might not be for the better but it’s for the best, Why not? I was thinking it was stress, Just the other day.

Even pigeons fly the coop, Mind the stoop of the kestrel, Bless all those holding doors, Mould the laws to your mantras, Jaws on the hands of the boring and antiquated I see crooked old boys forlorn at the mansah, Mate if a pint of ruby red 2 pound i’ll have drank it lately, Stay cautious and curious and thank the ladies, Nauseous when i saw all the banking statements. All, all this came from pressure, Balled fist for the leicester city boys, Born in the best of the shitty bit of rock that we call the greatest part of europe. Fake sores on your torso, You say they ripped all of your soul out, Pulled all the coal out of your engine, must’ve took your train of thought off track, Run amuck, take good care of the lost cash, Make more, pull the floorboards up, Wear the cape, chuck the mortarboard up, For the sake of your poor, poor mum, Save the date, wait for the RSVPs back, Make sure to take a lemsip and start the CT scan. Bless the NHS for the strength they emit, Fuck all those in parliment, make them test for a shred of common sense for this shit. Keep the pen ink hot and the fees aligned to my self worth, So the fruits gonna offer me a branch when my health worse. When my health worse. Outside scary but this inner angst worse, I tied a bandana to a stick when the river bank burst, My liver drank first, so don’t tell me if i should drink a lot, The last time i clocked, they were shoving rocks in their pockets, i don’t know if they would sink or not, I know airheaded boys could be linking the dots, but its hard, Would you rather write an essay or put a tick in the box, It’s calm, but you see the brink of the poverty line, This heat rise just like the property prices, Its easy just to call it an ominous crisis, And its obviously like this, When your arm, Is behind your back, So far, i’m benign to action, I can’t, stay behind the faction, This long, keep my eye on what’s happening, When my arm, Is behind your back, So far, i’m benign to action, I can’t, stay behind the faction, This long, keep my eye on what’s happening now.

Bloodshot eyes, Bloodshed, i, coulda shoulda stop time, Shoulda woulda bled wine, Like, like him, like, like it’s beautiful fiction, Why the cuticles missing, coulda woulda plot rhymes, Flood the plot of land, Clenched fists, seep blood from knotted hands, coulda drop sand in the body of water, Mother mother, how is militancy preached and they flock to the border, Hands safe in the stocks or the mortar, Plants take hold of the walls, in turbulence, They get sold to the auction, Bricks of gold seem to fold into portions. Mould it to fortunes, I say mould it to fortunes I say coal in the engine, I stay emboldened at best, Same old coin on my chest.