Contact Play - For Fuck's Sake lyrics

Check i've tried to fathom all the
Ways in which the world
Is backwards, and tackle the madness
With a silver hammer, smash it out
But the trouble is that my discoveries
Are so fucked and ugly
That I sprint away faster than
The speed of sound
Outer city limit's hide the secrets
Of the silent crowd
So I'm striding further 'til the
Silence is the only sound
Our village idiots are playing basket
Ball with volley balls
And shooting hoops at shabby bottle
Crates on muddy grounds
A microcosm of the fact
That life is hyper-rotten
Typin' in an office 'bout some
Bullshit tryna make some cash
And looking round at suit's and ties
And peeps resigned to spending
Every living day living like rats
And burning atlas maps
And I fucking hate the fact that
People sit and mind their
Own in packed establishments and feign
Acknowledgements of swapping facts
To the point where I start thinking
Crazy thoughts along the lines
Of pulling guns like Columbine and
Shooting all those fucking twats
Man I wished the planets crashed
And left a lonely habitat
Where peeps could actually decide what
Happened in their history but shit
The sickest thing is the survivors
Of the crash would probably
Inspire me to still embark
Upon a killing spree
My periphery is sick of seeing
All these stupid human
Beings shooting semen 'till the
Population's super high
Man I swear the planet cannot
Handle all these addicts
Soon the sky will vanish into
Darkness or mankind is paralyzed
A sanitized and bubble-wrapped existence
Where the Hubble tracks
The micro-systems of the population
Living every day
And keeping tabs on scallywags like
Edward Scissortounge in search for
Secret code words in the
Verses that he generates
This generation is glued to
The television for days
A marathon of debauchery that
I cannot translate
My giant lake's alive in flames
A microphone describes the ways
That Mister Edward
Scissortounge sit's on it and procrastinates

I daydream pace and escapism baby
And maybe it may seem hate didn't change me
I rate being lazy and lay about blazed in a
Cloud ridden shade spitting out
Little grape seeds
So women shout if you hate me (Hey)
I know I rate being hateful
On tapes to the ladies
But, I'm James and I can't really
Change if you paid me
I'll dance in the shame 'till I'm 80
Man fuck it i'd rather shine some floors
Than write shit rhymes, lie
Try and hide my thoughts
You can sit wise rich
Fucking ride your horse
I've got a shit little bike
And a five's a draw
This life's a bore and I'm
Still trynna find peace highly unlikely
Still trynna write deep lines in a beehive
We lick and find sweet people behind me
Speak if you're lively

There ain't nothin' like a 9 to
5 to merk your creative verse
The life and times of Jake emerged
Where Brighton's bright lights the
Jade that burns collate the dirt and arrive
In the naked earth, today
I live life in a hazy blur
Blazed, immersed in chasing a faceless skirt
So wait your turn to pray for your savior
Sir the flames'll burn for days
In your paper church
My brain'd burst if it just had the guts to
I'd escape the world if I
Just had the funds to
I'm stuck hittin' undo, undo, undo
But 'control-z' never worked like
The drugs do trust who? When your fucking
Lust has become you
Bun you, you haven't got the time anymore
Let me fly
Set a course to the sky from the floor
And I'll soar from this island
Of violence and war
And the warbling sirens prized from the
Jaws of my former confinement
You died to conform them
Rise from your morgue as the kids cower
Hell-bound
Pilot your thoughts to a twin-tower meltdown
This is how sweat sounds dripping
From a prang fist swimming in a sandpit
Missing his Atlantis that's rich
Coming from the head of a Gremlin
Man there's too many steps
And I'm ever descending