Intro (A Tangle Of Wires) Somewhere between a montage and a time lapse, somewhere between the heart and the synapse, starts a tree of cracks, put blutac in the fractures to substitute the token fruit the broken branches lack, a chance for my hands to plant a habitat, reliable narrator, the analyst, the soothsayer joined hands and planned a city made of brick but I'm a truth layer, so it looked prettier in ink, awfully deep roots cling to a thin boot-string, tie it tight, and swing a mic you'll never hit a thing all the doctor ordered was the four post corners of the unrecorded lines to sing, a set of principles to forfeit, any for mat afforded, order your wish-list from justified borders to just your five finger fist get the gist, in a blister pack then give it back when all the cells collapse and walls are made of foil then perhaps it's time to touch down your coil on the track loyalty is back and it's a rat-pack of dancers with flat-pack answers, so cancel the clapping cos we're stationary claim a sheet of paper ready set get rapping visionaries wear blinkers to focus but any signage is hopeless eyelids choke the locus a swarm of vacuform Capricorn excuses soon my handspans lucid, soon the grand-plan's fluid I’m a tangle of wires I’m a cold card counter I’m the turning of hands I’m a parliament powder

Gunmetal Now we'll be closing the bets so have you chosen yet press any button on your set to pick a favourite write a letter sincerely trend setter better pack it full of adjectives replace predicate pocket full of carcinogens, allergy free, they just happen to be fumbled from the law ball tumbler, but I’m the fourth wall crumbler so now I’ll talk to you, feeling any humbler? stumble upon your luck quick pick your digits up make em dance for the suits and the black boots maybe tie a slack noose if you're unsure nine outta ten for tension and no more dropping off, woken by a cough from the tenth floor we've got a live-without-a-clock-aholic, 'ten-four' take a carbon-based casing for a mentor just played a whole set no you can't get an encore of course of you can, it's carefully scripted when the brow will be lowered or the arms will be lifted nearly missed the cue for feeling futuristic tick a box, fill in the form, and now your gifted too nearing the storm and soon drifting through hope you haven't missed the view from the thick of it list your attributes, lift your ample roots then you can always fly away when you're sick of it pick of the day then exit through the gift shop, with a packet of sour and a Best Of oh boy what a send off best of times at least the end of them mend the housing of the clock but cease the pendulum a feast for the C list feature failures attention crew there's a tailor among the sailors plotting to consider the aesthetics of our ship prone to poetry and other useless shit and now the walls are magnetic and covered in nature to covet athletics at least buying new trainers but what shade is your radio, all kinds of gunmetal effect eject is kinda stiff cos I've played the same tape for years after doodling a new name on a label claim a prophets curse for office novice in a crisp white collar shirt white male hollow purse is it me or are we climbing the thermometer apply some pressure now you got a rock opera full of fossilized ideas, occupying sightseers as they climb up to the 5 tiers base layer is the rapid tooth soothsayer losing flavour at a rate of 2 words per quaver pieces of eight thousand each slice of do a favour rolling papers, are the only true life saver, save for a 2 limb payment just sign the waiver, or maybe in exchange for some loose change gossip on thy neighbour laser kerplunck sunk your caper flunk the paper, but make a masterpiece of origami to charm the moderator, I mean, I can switch modes, but death is still the median long pigs are flying from the city of ingredients but what of the young or those prone to obedience, well levels 2 through 5 are pretty lenient you know we love to outline shapes on your atlas and call it convenience well whatever the catchment we'll badge it with a cross and enter it in a pageant compete against evils we can only imagine , so calling all tall white handsome phantoms spotted on the cover of the weekly mansion let's all band together and settle the ransom, now ankles lift cannonballs through panel doors and picket fence text no space and no pause for thought and no rest when all corners court a Minotaur thankfully a prophet defeated the dinosaurs so we could be free, free to fight that rabble ourselves and bite that apple that fell from the tree back in B C E, you'll soon read it on the funny page no right to complain if your whining about a sunny cage and now the walls are magnetic and covered in nature to covet athletics at least buying new trainers but what shade is your radio, all kinds of gunmetal effect eject is kinda stiff cos I've played the same tape for years after doodling a new name on a label claim a prophets curse for office novice in a crisp white collar shirt white male hollow purse

Chemistry climb into the dark sparking paper on a balcony making planes outta heavyweight, cut corners are causing casualties soon to be dead weight caught on a spate of apathy do you have any wise words for the obedient children of parody apparently the clever canopy is collapsing from it's allergies no room to breathe the pages of a badly written eulogy eureka screams the finale now there's six million and one ways face the mirror silhouette hell bent on concave army plainly phrased raise the bar with a fader blazed crusaders paving paths with a concrete life-saver mask make sure you sign the waiver or the saviour will never let you past feel free to stand in line but the hook was never meant to be cast sink a Bic into the square hole that blocks would never fit drain your skull and hopefully you'll find it lined with a coating of ink armour chameleon flavour savour the karma cos its a rare bird, model quick the wings of the new martyr Chemistry Chemistry felony soundtrack smacks of a thin line of green and brown fade to black back-burners are laying low to steal the crown steal the towns mice with a steel pipe and a tragedy the ends tie nicely folded for a content bloated guarantee I haven’t seen the far side of the bench, never mind the picnic nitwit criticals for principle precursors future cynic a finished sanity K O that’s fatality walking a dotted line with the final act of your vanity a spree of moral code amputees are camping spawn point navigating the waiting list it's hard to miss what you avoid surrounded by the concept i was there when the term was coined appointed by all the relevant game owners to be null and void beuyancy aides play the villian when all you want to do is sink, enter stage left, breathless and so close to the next brink what's your kink, what's your poison, voicing a remedy return the enemy fire, or retire to kill the chemistry.

Interlude I (Rituals) I’m a tangle of cables I’m a hipster headed angel and the same goes for rainbow brain saint ghosts, forget your raincoat, cos there's no escaping this escalating storm of scape goats hows the saying go, when we make roads we intend to walk em, keys need turned or pressed, I’ve got a chest of organs, best of 3, 2 or even less weave a mess of dream fragments, who's the captain of this vessel, I'm in kind of a fettle, cos I built the walls with mortar and pestle, adorned the floors with quarters and medals and set the room rotating wait for it settle on a score or the conductor might let it turn a little more fine tune with test runs, multiple choice voices I might choose to question, card counter patience the finite fire trail is stuck in soothsayer station but which lines are stimuli and which are sensation

Honeycomb Holes I see a man who sits on his back step, front foot yields a backdrop, stumbles lead to flat rocks shackles and scavengers, bruising but never suing for damages til I’ve brewed a fresh pot of the card counters averages horse-drawn carriages, water-borne madness splash war-torn territories, but what of my collection of effigies? Call em what you will, be it heads or metal webs, heavy points leave heavy dents onward went the regiments of mind swings, full of blood sweat and evidence, awareness and rivalry, leave the nest tidily, quantize your exit, quarterize affection, hung drawn and septic, birds sing a star-sign in motorized jawline procedure, all the fine proceeds to heretics, read the news flashes, hide it under mattresses, step out the back door to see the razed palaces. Heart soul head hands, disguises and roles, endless plans, the parts that we unfold are sans serif castles, ineffective dialogue and hectic in battle, actions visions facts that tangle follow the vandal tracks through the labyrinth that I chose I go by the name of have words will travel, engraved on my breast plate, hidden under plain clothes rain-clouds through saint ghosts, new name but same dose of droplets and days monophonic and pure as snow, like canines to rainbows or soothsayer syllables, nah we can never change those fray ropes, day-glow shine the brain hosts a number of minds play notes, sound a slow rhyme do I trace a circle or a straight line Heart soul head hands, disguises and roles, endless plans, the parts that we unfold are sans serif castles, ineffective dialogue and hectic in battle, actions visions facts that tangle follow vandal tracks through the labyrinth I chose I go by the name of have words will travel, engraved on my breast plate, hidden under plain clothes.

Regardless we are self motivating we are godless cos were alive were surviving in the darkness well make it through always staying true regardless Of all the crews who just wanna be the hardest Sending signals in smoke, stoking the coals had a cold start far beneath the surface temper fold tectonic layer cake, testing nines, and guess this rhyme sayers fate. plate movement souvenir place improvement triggering. Born beneath the seal torn between the real I'm a broken tape wind me up, coil the spring sinking in til it all peels healing touchable evidence, like 'we exist so we are here' near the core and courting fears four low walls the balls bouncing savour every ounce of ore mining cash counting. Climb the mountain. At the summit of summer, some are heated, others back-seated peeping through high value false pretence and pillars tills ring out in harmony no solstice here kill the groove Remove the waves from the sand, flatland, and intersections of circles cant jump or even reach the hurdles Bump the table unstable grounds for rules or fables we are self motivating we are godless cos were alive were surviving in the darkness well make it through always staying true regardless Of all the crews who just wanna be the hardest Riddle me this, Busy fighting fists or writing lists Cos if there's no progress soon I'll tune out why should I persist kiss the rail, got no kills but a string of assists it's one thing to be a good shot, but remember the times that you missed no running on platforms, switching stations impatiently all the towns eyes on the horizon, when will the invasion be? civilization recipe, better be on your strong foot stuck, skipping, flip the vinyl you got the wrong cut, the architects are stacking heart attacks as artefacts got harder backs to dig in, no more rigging the vote, trying to draw a perfect circle so I’m ringing the smoke, I hope they choke on my words cos then it'll be murder I wrote always building moats, separating the us from the greener grass we need cleaner glass, I can hardly see the scenery pass I’m not much of a racer but I’m still not keen to be last still playing the part there’s still characters in the scene to cast

Interlude II (Names) I’m a tangle of wires I’m a cold card counter I’m the turning of hands I’m a parliament powder heart, soul, head, hands the parts that we unfold are sans serif castles actions, visions, facts that tangle I go by the name of have words will travel

Paperwork looking for past-times well try crafting your own mine fields try sleeping in the turbine or the flywheel, serpentine tail biter lighter than the steel in the nib of your pen, as it fills a formula // reeling out your details, cleaner than your locker when your dream sails but that strip of paint you applied is Möbius shade so the hailstone-and-thunderings will start to look the same and a search for Godot and his loyal sun would be in vain// there's always a train to catch or a flame to splash water over leather reclining sofas, couple soma's there's only prime number clovers in the field and even then there's only 2 options to choose from or go bust there's fewer for your poison, adhere or get busted this is jury channel, no need to adjust it, oh and the panel will need a good dusting, get your sustenance from strangers // dancing round a street-light, just waiting for danger, waiting ten second between shocks, waiting ten years at a bus stop hurts when trains are passing like clockwork /// circle classified, plan colour schemes, too busy hiding from monsters to follow any other dreams 34th repeat nightmare, estate premium, prices rising like the coins are full of helium //// sealed and signed? the deal is done we've been here behind the scenes from day one we've seen your dreams and in the end we recommend none when no stalk grows you might wonder where your beans have gone they say there's a war to be won, well there's a trench full of sons, elsewhere there a man stood reciting puns there's a blue corner, but reds too far away to see show them the ropes and they'll surely find the end eventually a dog without a backbone, a collar names it pedigree if you hear a flat tone you can pay me to sing an elegy I’ve got no fire escape but I can see a plate weighted with safety and a belly that matches I can see red tape paperwork and dead-space a room full of people trying to work out what the catch is I’ve got no fire escape but I can see a plate weighted with safety and a belly that matches I can see red tape around a death place a room full of people trying to work out what the catch is a fresh tank of think, blank space shrinking as the ink spreads through cities and pretty heads sticking to the riverbed with heavy soles still fresh from the parapet there's no way you'll collect the entire set marionettes, all the strings and joints are kinda pointless if there's no-one pulling over your head, we'll get over it yet, I guess we'll have to live our own lives colliding wine windows are crashing on the toe-line over in no time, so kind to offer but I’ll be following the fractal pattern that is my own line battling through mazes they no longer phase me now the end of every day is kinda hazy, double paisley kinda crazy, yet we're still looking for the combination that will solve itself so mark it with an asterisk and since the druids bought all the high streets, you'll find it under a pile of leaves wrapped in a flysheet dial a thief, give him all your beef and broccoli, it's full of science serum giving grief to your crockery really what could be better than a blanket fix comfort in your convent reminiscing about all your missing content a well spent youth, dedicated on saving for the future, they'll always tell you it's worth waiting I hope it suits you, one size fits the foot in the door keep shovelling more through graduation, occupation sage in all fields, stainless steel or a letter of resignation, or the first thing you can steal like a pale of water fill it til its bursting at the seal but keep a receipt for the sake of your next refill appeal I’ve got no fire escape but I can see a plate weighted with safety and a belly that matches I can see red tape paperwork and dead-space a room full of people trying to work out what the catch is I’ve got no fire escape but I can see a plate weighted with safety and a belly that matches I can see red tape around a death place a room full of people trying to work out what the catch is

False Alarm (Reset) every opportunity, guna make myself a soon to be unity I've found but this sound is nothing new to me something's getting through to me viewing the world through the gaps of my fingers don't let the feeling linger healing every injury feel the wheel in the palms of these hands I know I cant stop the sand falling but I'll do what I can to be above the surface standing upright when I land, I'll be the better man, whether I can or can't, I'll bleed for my art, so you know it's straight from the heart these words fill my arteries, I speak with every single part of me it must be hard for you to see, cos I think I see clearer than most, maybe I’m just nearer than those, getting close on the path I've chosen maybe it chose me but I'm crossing the seas now the waters frozen I'm gunna reach the greener patch, not copper, gimme greener cash, everything always happens so fast, so I'm guna take it slow, I'm still accelerating though, so I'll keep my gears low, I'm never stalling like a Hurricane, no vertigo reset reset reset I’m making every minute matter more than ever now taking time to talk aloud turn this ship around, 360 degrees I'm panoramic, a state of panic but there’s nothing I cant manage and nothing I cant handle, I'm infinite I'm mandelbrot everything comes around like the tabletops at Camelot I wanna make sure I hit before I start taking shots, I need to count the cards before I see the powder plot I’ll never loose the knots again, they're under lock and key, new loops of rope and now I’m gaining clarity wipe clean the glass,well I guess that's vanity I keep asking myself I need to answer me can't see anything in the darkness, but I know I’m there first person and cursed versions but a perfect pair assertions versed with comatose calm this is no false alarm; it's a call to arms!

Paving Stones Make or break disaster could never lose faster, maybe you could I cant stick like a bad plaster, I'll never master walking on thin lines I always find myself standing on the less green side, passing past the last man standing feeling like offside one time only then peel back like turpentine, learn to find comfort in and only in the things I write, did I sing it right? how could I sing it wrong? sing-along going gone back to where she came from same long story for the short lived glory, this crown is kinda thorny but its teeth that tore me sabre tooth loose in my head its coming for me the seas are getting stormy but I know its just an allegory, I'll stop living in metaphors find a better cause to fight alight and set a new bearing, anywhere you like I'm way past caring when I try to get close, I can never measure a dose strong enough to cure the host a fairer game like alternative vote, first past the post I cant run I'm stuck down like toast in a broken toaster, gotta make the most of these seconds alive not begging to die setting my sights on a far prize the far side of hard lines, hard times, not dividing my days I cant part time. 48 bar-lines have past I'm already losing the track, forgetting my lines in the first act my character cracked, as a matter of fact, the paving stones are nothing close to immaculate, I need an accurate sight this one is crooked, the hand I'm tryin to bite, about time I shook it, I took it all for granted harvest what I planted now I'm left disbanded like a snapped elastic there was a point of return I drove straight past it, now I'm worried I'll miss the beat that’s why I blast it, dunno how I lasted or reached the final heat, now that I've got a time to beat, there’s always time to kill there’s a post to fill, but post no bills, a new page with no more frills, hone my skill to get somewhere and not watching from the windowsill, a thin pane of glass I need to get past, I'm sure I will

Calm Waters If your feeling anxious, and everything is thankless, joining up the tiny fractures. Or they're all playing actors, see what the camera captures, no-one will ever get at us, when your dropping speed or even if your dropping anchors. Were prime factors, to an odd sum, its such a big sky for only the one sun, everybody wants something or someone, to belong to, I like to think that I can change when I want to, check myself like a microphone one two, onto the next chapter happily ever after. Cover the wounds like a plaster, we're covered in patches, they catching alight like matches. so if your getting blue screens and crashing, black and white checks its yours so go and cash it its a match but our style was never in fashion I don’t care if they clash not even a fraction Cos its the chaos that we love,(trying to find a way up) we wish for calm waters but you know we'd miss the rough, that’s why I wear my heart down by my cuffs, wish for calm waters but you know we'd miss the rough. hopefully you can relate to these stanzas. 99 problems but still no answers, so pick it apart or start a new canvas, paint a new shade or fill a new frame, I'm discovering new terrain new parts of my brain, I'll claim the shores of this island like Mia said, this is comfortable silence, found a way home no light for guidance, cos everything is down to luck, but we choose ours, I choose to write that might be why I lose hours, daydreaming, just looping the beat, skating the streets, just surviving the heat, I got my hands on the wheel I'm leading my fleet, I'll pick a direction lets see where it takes me. The same things that always escaped me, but I’m keeping a hold, so where should we go?

Art Outta Heart Strings Let's make art outta heart strings skip back to the start see what the past brings gimme context like knowing the chords and gimme that gun this fight is swords this kinda conflict, we're bound to get scarred no matter how you want it, it's still too far away to stay in sight of this midnight star when things get real, I just need to start driving so get in the car, let's escape this life so temporarily hard, cos we're usually fine learn to keep my eyes on what's soon to be mine maybe not but I got that soon to be vibe my tribe is all skills no drama I like to think my luck is part thanks to karma I hang with the people that matter and we've got a lot of time but I find it's real moments that matter that's when we shine brightest write it down, speak aloud, and the problems will fade like the rain clouds let's just take apart all the hard things Let's make art outta heart strings rolling down to the place where I know I’ll know every single face like a dice and I’ve stopped looking for quick fixes in life man I’ve started hitting the sixes more than ever when the weather's looking grim windowpanes start to look so thin I might go stand in the rain same dose of drops through the rainbow brain challenge yourself cos that's what keeps you sane changing lanes but I won't change direction I’m not chasing fame or chasing affection but I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again, I'm the soothsayer and I’ve got an audience of friends and family turning hands grant a salary but cables move the music, I’m a powder but I can never prove it the mind is movement, no matter which voice it chooses and it's talking but my hand-span's lucid write it down, speak aloud, and the problems will fade away like bee stings take apart all the hard things Let's make art outta heart strings so I set my alarm to soothsayer station unison voices bring songs to a layman I'm a tangle of hands I'm a trail of powder I'm the cold calm waters repeat and speak louder

Outro (Coalescence) (Heart) It's the tangle of wires (Head) It's the cold card counter (Soul) That's the turning of hands (Hands) They're the parliament powder (The analyst, The soothsayer The reliable narrator)