Snooze Button, Gruesome Features (Explicit)

Snooze Button, Gruesome Features (Explicit) - Jam Baxter

He slept through it bled fluids

Sank in it and swam to sea

Dreaming of his killer sticking

Stings in his hands and feet

Sharpening the tangled teeth

Twist them round his jaw liner

Skewered every organ glued

Loosely to his warped spine

His self seared griddled skin seems seamless

Never dazzled by their flashing LED Jesus

But the grainy jets of pressure

Spewing from a squeezed fetus

Sandblasted every sleepless second

From the sea creatures

We the undersigned slumbered on

The underside of HMS Slash and Burn

Sailing through the troubled sky

Face up in some swamp as millions of

Jungle flies slide down our nails

Curling ever longer up the vines

Electric blue dagger sliced his head in two

And now he's half asleep and half

Ejected in a petting zoo

Losing count of countless hopping

Sheep that never let him through

Screaming We'd be better off beheading you

Guess it's true

I slept through it let's do it

Fill me in in four minutes

Spend the fifth spewing disbelief

Until my fourth Guinness

What do you mean it's all finished

F**king backstabbers

Which gang of youths slashed

My hammock cut from bandannas

Haphazard hazy figure drifting

In the warm brine

He left forty winking widows

On the shoreline

I swore blind I never tasted

Evil as I stand covet

Then they saw the keys to

Hell gleaming in my back pocket

What are these

Ah nothing

I'm above suspicion was I dreaming

Drunk propping up the pub

With double vision

'Till fate brought a pile of

Files plundered from a sunken prison

Every unforgiven act was cataloged

And numbered in them

Look me up

He said it with the kind of crumpled

Arrogance reserved for every squashed

Sack of scum that runs the battlements

And that was it

Top board chloroform belly flop trust

You'll have found a bed of

Tenners when that penny drops

I slept through it bet you

It backfires later

Snoozing on the circle line

Tapped by a stranger

I think you missed your stop

He said pointing at the carbon dust

Trust me I couldn't yam

The tramadol fast enough

Parking up the spy plane

Puking on the dashboard

And cutting bits of ultra

Out the engine with a hacksaw

Is routine procedure when

You're scratching at the backdoor

To every nightmarish situation

You could plan for

I think I saw it aura start to end

Must have steamrolled my damn face

Across the stars again

I should have circled every murder

Merchant with a marker pen

So when they don a mask and start

Charging we can laugh at them

Oh well next time

Just hold this tonne of filth

I'm still reeling off the cascades

Of multicoloured silks

Just the moldy covered guilt for

The twisted little glutton

I got a fist full of minutes

When his finger hit the button

Sitting on the edge of it

All pressed to the wall

Marinating in some sick

Sweet source evaporating

These patterns changing faster than

The ill painted ill faces

Littered all upon them

Watching bill cages

Tick basic installation

Lifetimes of information's

Stored on the blemish of this illustration

Ripped invitations littered

In a little basement

Please attend a crash course

In fitting into his equation

Televised mission statement

The red eye reduction can't quell

The dark crimson irises behind

The sunken sockets

Not a knife to cut them

Red hot giant mushrooms

Handshakes all round

High five fine eruption

Hiding London's undercurrents

Love to love them learn to leave them

One singular sun blushed eternal season

Reeling into distant futures

Fingers of forgotten ages

Prised off the shiny newer

Models confiscated

Fetch them at the end

Pixelated God's telescopic

Lenses sitting taking shots

The great grand electric

Killers never knock

Apart from when they're sure

You'll let them in and let them cotch

Let them off

They're all just naturalised clandestine

Movements that tranquilise mutants

That sat inside eulogise yourself

And if you're speechless

It speaks for itself

Deleted in a scream and a squelch

I sit in a circle where

I filed a thousand solaces

Cycle spinning on a ship

Once I was an honest kid office

In the sky house inspectors

From the suited age

Who are they

Answer's on a postcard

But who can say

Take these two a day

Have a lolly shutup

Of course you ate the pavement

Kid you had a shoddy run up

Drug up any wide eyed long

Of the tooth crude dreamers

Grin as the ballistic missiles

Shoot them through their gruesome features