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I Scope With One Eye Open

Verse #1

Scope the streets of the world the hourglass ticks life to sand…
It rapidly ends the stitches of earth sown by a mother’s hand…
The clockwork peace collapses as my vagrant dispatches…
And villains run through fields with steel to split matches…
The fabric frays and I toss change into the wishing well…
Cos if I can see the bottom my hope for fishing swells…
Dropping quarters at lonely heartbreak sentiments are clear…
Window people move while mannequins watch them froze in fear…
While angels burn crucifixes to spite their zealous boss…
I see irony in the sorrowed eyes of the paupers’ jealous loss…
So how can you feel pain at the expense of lost change?
While off range as the golf ball hits the bricks on Gods cage…
‘But pray for something’ with dilated eyes as the cage opens…
‘Lay off loving’ as his vengeance oppresses the poorest nations…
Anger spills to hatred the rivers part without Moses…
Burn roses my country weeps his fist cuts out the focus…
Cos if love is blind we call the sightless ones blessed…
While we gouge out our eyes upon the purest sunsets…
See that? ‘Irony’
I don’t feel the urge to pedal forward…
That’s back on ‘Irony’
My engine burns without the petal oil…

Hook

Floating in irony and sarcastic emotion burners…
The hope for a plastic existence is ever further…
But in my fervour
And sacrilegious lyrics…
I dismiss critics…
And embrace the hands of cynics…

Verse #2

Floating in the abyss the souls search for repented feelings…
I lay kneeling my draft pick’s raised hands invoke healings…
Before my fist could seize the rope tying the loose ends…
I got cut by the knife of confusion and I’m in the abyss again…
And I give up, the channels encourage envious viewing…
We left loosing again for a chance to erupt spewing…
I have lost jealousy but the trumpet begs to play…
I’m reckoning music is trapping me while the levee breaks…
And flooded…my home my heart my life my sample…
I disband all empty feelings left on a spilling mantle…
A lost case my cause lapsed while the orphans beg for life…
While in escape I cross paths with an eagles freedom flight…
I gaze north vertical as the hazy mist gathers…
My head is a mattress upon which the stars are balanced…
The radio friendly shifters scan all my wondering thoughts…
The stations lost and the train of ideas can never stop…
But think it this way and evoke a gallon of hatred…
Swallow envy in a shot-glass and watch your stupor elated…
When life is a cue stick
Split along the way…
The chances of movement
Are kicked in the foray...