ฟังเพลงBread & Circuses (Explicit)

Bread & Circuses - Jackson Jones

Another plan another man will stand up

I never been a fan of the phantom s opera

The mannequins dancing with the anacondas

Rocking to the trance of the shock from chakra

Clocks spin the same way they painted it aqua

No coincidences shown in mint the offer

Frozen in the grips of his nimble little finger

Swinging ripples in the middle of the air

It s crop dust

Or send a sentimental glare to stop us

The element of fear with incredible stock cuts

No heavy metal here just inedible rock guts

Inaudible pop hush they outta go mock us

Ox busts running tonka trucks in the hot mud

Returning to the furnace with the surface of sod clumps

Herded with shotguns and burning the god crumbs

Yearning for top crust reverted to see saw

First we heard it then we learned how to murder it right

Who s gonna sing me a song or better ring the alarm

Or better leave me a bomb or call it tourniquet tight

Observe the bird in freefall with his circuits in flight

Serpentine strike might certainly lighten your load

Purple green glow where should we go

Earth can be cold eternally snow

Suppose the vermin learned to burden certain sections

Of known discerning meant for learning lessons

Perverted best guesses to determining less-thans

Well yes then as earthlings we're most certainly cursed

As she curtseys at the dead end

Suppose she had free range to rearrange the questions

To dress 'em to reflect the sextant

Yes I guess we have a quest then

Hence direction immense deception

Is sent with a message to request the quest's end

Present the questions present the quest s end

Forms standing worn warped shadows saluting

Grasp to handle the sandstorm pouring through his eyes

Pursuing his mind from what he s doing

Putrid sky am I human he muses

Lashes loose magma gashed and bruised

As the answer slashes through him

Rust hands spewing loosened quicksand

Sees a man on a sand dune a looming question

Can it be the man with his message

The never ending quest that's been pestering head

Is it better if he never ever gets it

What if it s the truth but refuses to accept it

Or chooses to reject it

Move feet losing his direction

Woozy doing it in sections

Pulling through the wool breeze

Shuffle through the glue steamed fume

Just to view it for a second

Man he gotta get at least a peek

Then he s sure to get a little peace

Rest when he sleeps or the lack therefore

Cause the fact of the matter piranhas swarm his sleep

Wants a cease of the shrieks it s release he seeks

It's relief belief on the brink of falling

Needs a drink a water calling it a week

Leave receive the order forty feet he's on him

Thirty feet twenty sun beat

Three before he saw him

Stump reach to greet an eaten arm

Crawling near the jaw knees weakened to falling

Sinking nauseous stink of brine swine and pinkish olives

Speaking tweak to commas

Not on his stop a bit to wonder yonder

Rotted eyes like if he had a tongue he'd laugh

Expend his last action to flip me off or get me off the path

Mind to hike just to spite him or leave him spiked in

Or be like him life like he remembers

Except with no direction

As the deaf sender renders best guesses

And less sun just gestures westward

Head hurts scabby tongue hum under perching vultures

Road to run swollen gums

And the shadows circle like clock's hands

And the earth starts to swarm around like it's fish and not sand

What is this ripped wrist deep in the moat of locusts

Stranded behold another man standing center

Breast strokes to what he's holding

Shimmers golden in the bitter sun

It's glitter for the hopeless

When he saw close enough he must've started choking

Any noise he would have uttered would have utterly broke him

Funny for the first time in this desert he was cold and frozen

Before he noticed he felt his mouth start to motion

Then had his swollen croaking throat stolen by the time glass he showed him

Sand rapidly flowing to the top actually floating

Empty chamber half-empty chamber last overflowing

Said he could show him to path mustn't show him where the road went

Told him the trick to floating through the locusts is in the wrists

Keep your hope open like your hands stranded only balling your fists

Appalling thought for want of water and he's off with a wish

Fought through the locusts of with broken salt gnawing at his wits

March marshmallow blister

And a paw at a glimpse

Then off in the mist he gets a glint from the fog

Peep no longer trusts his eyes

Thinks he must admit he's been wrong

Grit grips at his knees and eyes

He crawls each thought spent for breathing

Heaving distance shrinking in between each claw

Then he saw a hand reaching long with a sheet in its palm

Couldn't grab it if he had to the heat was too strong

Peep neatly flew it perfect view not thinking too long

Said I got a message unless it's a drink that you want

Down to seconds left sweating death blinked

And met the heading

Head and neck getting set for sleep

Gets to reading along

Hit him like a riddle in the middle of a fist fight

Right like he bit a nickel licking on a nine volt

Mind jolt

Mine shows an image of a chicken climbing back inside an egg in spirals

A picture of an infant slipping on a tight rope

Give it a cycle

Is it that the instant that he listened to the message

He was spinning in the wreckage of lifeboats

Known that he was destined for the quest of the highroad

Heat shook and beat weak please look at these

Peep appalled at all the woulda coulda shoulda took a drink

Peep appalled at all the woulda coulda shoulda took a drink

Coulda shoulda took a drink

Peep appalled at all the woulda coulda shoulda took a drink

Woulda coulda shoulda took a drink

Woulda coulda shoulda took a drink

Woulda coulda shoulda took a drink

Woulda coulda shoulda took a drink

Woulda coulda shoulda took a drink

Woulda coulda shoulda took a drink

Woulda coulda shoulda took a drink

Woulda coulda shoulda took a drink

Woulda coulda shoulda took a drink