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idle - the 113 project lyrics

[verse 1]
the shutters bounce onto the floor of my empty stare
and daydreams project onto the wall as it stands bare
skeleton frame resides slumped, going f*cking nowhere
the pint of p*ss provides the grip to keep me sitting there
the sniper’s gaze softly travels right past me
but they don’t mind, i’m no threat, and so they’ll gladly have me
rollerbladed waitresses skate with plates and pasties
the cartoon bеckoning fingers slowly wafting at me

[chorus]
this place is f*cking rammеd, but i’m forever here alone
never mind, i’ve the best seat in the house to call my own
this sonic blanket keeps me safe from all the other folk
the ones who screech about their dirty fabricated souls
rumbling bass lies dormant till it f*cking hits
if you were hearing this then what i say would start to stick
you’d chill the f*ck out and stop going on about the things i’ve missed
shut your lips and think there’s nothing quite as good as this

[verse 2]
so the bell tolls, i’ll be gladly sitting here
solving all the mysteries that have puzzled man for a thousand years
a shattered glass gets a sixteen season cheer and i’m shook up
my discoveries are quickly switched with fear
a headless topshop model waltzes all around the place
followed by an elf with ill*fitting clothes and a metal face
seven siblings step up with a synchronised pace
with the same feet, same legs, same top and the same face
the westmost feared outlaws holding hands of a chimp
is spurred digging on the back of a well*dressed leather gimp
an action man’s on the scene after a marathon sprint
and some bloke’s coughing up a parasite in the bathroom sink
[chorus]
this place is f*cking rammed, but i’m forever here alone
never mind, i’ve the best seat in the house to call my own
this sonic blanket keeps me safe from all the other folk
the ones who screech about their dirty, fabricated souls
rumbling bass lies dormant till it f*cking hits
if you were hearing this, then what i’d say would start to stick
you chill the f*ck out and start going on about the things i’ve missed
shut your lips and think there’s nothing quite as good as this

- the 113 project lyrics

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