Colours Merge And Fly

Down on drop off cop stop street
I break into a healthy fiver choose the goods down my feet
They wriggle inside the jar alive
A shake brings up a cloud
Which swirls around and seetles back to sediment at home
A kitchen knife puts a swift end to life and on the chopping board
And L shaped leg gives out its final kick
A scene from somewhere abroad a stomach rise
Inside my throat never felt this sick as minutes tick
The time has come put out my tongue
And lick the wet and wart skin
Adernaline the rush sets in and
Off i go into the clouds
I yell aloud inside as the colours merge and fly
And faces spin the state I'm in
Another lick would be the one
Which rescues me
With dervish arms i catch the jar and to the floor falls
Sediment and glass and all