A Forest Of Stars Street Level Vertigo Lyrics

Half focused on the blowflies as they flash by
A few choice sites to survey before settling
On the eyes
Foisting the squirm anywhere that stinks
Inviting
Welcomed with maggotblown arms to foist
Almighty. Shit begat shit
The enshitenment. Shy away from the lightning
Fumble screwing another struggling bulb into
An earth long since unyielding
Power saved by never insisting
Power saved by never insisting
Descended likе the fair essencе of filth on a
Foul wind, they did
Infantilised those fertile minds, they did
Holy guardian angels, they were
But we dig that hole, not that one
Yes that one, too
No, no, not that one
(holy guardian angels) (advanced fail state)
It's the pits
It's The Pit for us all
All just a'squirm eternal spinning sulphuric
Drain daze
Pay as you go, my boys. Pay as you go
Rest assured, you will pay
My colleagues amongst the carrion aficionados
Rock on their pointed heels, poking fun with
Horn'ed toes

Cracked by lazy mirth
Dead eyes seeking the weak spot
Pointers ignoring the code
Minds so open they've emptied with only the
Bare minimum of prompting
Two plus two equals five, my boys. All is as it
Ever was

I see beasts on the periphery. I don't know if
They will eat me
Maybe I'll eat them?
They grin bathed in half-arsed light. Yellowed
Teeth as medals struck off in fool's gold
Padding around the lucky one, their strength
In creeping numbers All part of the fun, the dice roll, the who
On earth gives a fifth of a fifth of a f*ck
Many spasms to this dance. Involuntary
Contrary twitch show
The network of ruins are many and varied
Hurriedly shovelled into this carpet bombed
Carpet bagged facade
Urinal songs urge the failures on
Cakes for everyone. All toasting hell

All a waste of timing
Relative as irrelevant
All a waste of timing
For time all out of time
All out of time

I see beasts on the periphery. I don't know if
They will dance with me
Maybe I'll run rings around them?
They grin bathed in half-arsed light. Eyes
Down for a full pit
Each descent grows colder. Padding around the
Lucky one, their strength in creeping numbers
Cunting on down, down these rivers of constant
Strange

Whilst mishandling my own back, insinuating
Myself somewhat unwillingly between here and
There, the pavement tipped a wink and rose up
To meet me
Eyes down for a dead house
More's the lack of pity that the mausoleum
Wasn't in the least surprised
We were welcomed by an apathetic maw, my not
Me, my not myself and my not ever I

We inspected the gape behind the belching veil
As all good children must
Assessed the plan for concrete
Became the aggregate
Street level vertigo. Go. Go. Go
Even our fossil records were shit
All filler, no killer
A pauper's grave will do, I'm told
No pit to speak of