This had a cook

A cook who was famed far and wide for

The tempting product of his culinary art

His reputation had been firmly established

His place in life was secure

But this cook was not content with his place in life

He was not content to leave well enough alone

He had to experiment with something new

Yeah

Laminate the evidence

Present it to your friends like a salivating replicant

Steer around the fear for now, sweep the sky, clear the ground

Jeering crowds greet the demons peering out my ear canal

Abseiling

Watch the flesh deflate

Heaven's full of billboards and cosmetics, check your face

Silver spoon eyes warp reflections, I press the brakes

And skidded into Las Vegas gambling my flesh for fate

Fur herd is kicking off on channel one-thousand

Headbutt the buttons, let the claret run down 'em

And they wonder why we're racking up powders

And spending every Saturday on Planet Mush, mouthless

Clean up on Aisle 4, smile more, kiddy winks

Scream the flabby villains slipping Valis in their fizzy drinks

You'll never see the city blink

Skinny skin stopped up and cots down, drug trial guinea pigs

The ripples of the sun mat, glitter in the mud traps

And limp bodies littered in a cinematic scuzz-mash

Birth of the fireflies, dawn of the flying ants

The scourge of the quiet life burst out the greyhound traps

Butterflies melting on a plastic plate

Cryogenic power lapse curdling like Crème brûlée

Scissor tongue the Blade Runner pacing in your kitchen dorm

Laminating cakes until the platter sparks a thunderstorm

Splattering

Preheat to gas mark heavenly

A head of steam over seven seas as the weather speaks

Words over masses of water bodies aligned

Where the bodies that embodied the folly got up and ran

Watch

Keep running 'cause a lesser seen sentence seems

Ever poignant when the devil's words rattling your head

Everything and nothing in a cataclysmic curdle-off

Pound the subjects full of violent sermons 'til the squirming stops

So savour the first bite

You could never get your words right (Never)

I see 'em drilling holes in their pubescent souls

Heads spinning in the searchlights

Drill 'em out, drill 'em out

Find the remnants of your mind, drill 'em out

'Cause the sentiments that dribble from your rotten gums

Ain't worth the spittle in your mouth

Babysitting addicts in a bird cage

Proper stuffed dog atop the turrets to deter strays

And her name was an earthquake

That shook the shit tonne of sharp tools out my workspace

Ice cold discothèque, I arrive dressed to kill

With extra drills to drain the boiling fluid when the pressure builds

Down and out in reckless filth

My special skills were balancing a

Bowling ball above my head and getting ill

Still

Check the gag reflex

A devil with a chequered flag selling that repressed

Is chilling at the finish, to high five the winning snail

His body smelt freedom, his brain stem was still in jail

Locked up in suede shoes dancing to a skipping beat

The village freak, he would bite the

Bullets, they would chip his teeth

And that was the arrangement

Diamond tip drilling deep down into the pavement

Twisting up the spinners sweet

Light from the bitter deep shines on these city streets

And tessellates somewhere in the lives that these villains lead

And I can see 'em in my fog lights

Clashing on the facets of my seance, let the proton packs lock lines

It feels like the end of the world

When the demons grab the pen and make the sentences curl

Leave the shimmers on the surface and join me on the panic station

There's space for every captive waiting

Beacons on the jetty bleed gasses from the crunching

Of the levers to the death machine

Funnels of your deathly dreams of summers in the cemetery are waning

Sniff the fumes of flaming rubbish that the undercurrents came with

Give 'em here

Finger in a velvet sack of gemstones

After dinner entertainment, planets on a fresh node

Before man was everything, that's why your flesh groans

Let's go, pack the sledgehammers for the headstones

So savour the first bite

You could never get your words right (Never)

I see 'em drilling holes in their pubescent souls

Heads spinning in the searchlights

Drill 'em out, drill 'em out

Find the remnants of your mind, drill 'em out

'Cause the sentiments that dribble from your rotten gums

Ain't worth the spittle in your mouth