Jam Baxter, Jon Phonics - Fresh Flesh lyrics

Looks like the new recruit's are moving in
They slid them out of the womb
And then rolled them in human skin
If you're shackled up, chew through the limb
Hobble out the room a king
Twisting the eyes to tune them in
They chained us loosely to a
Stick in the ground and read us the rules
Slice yourself in lean and tender chunks
Using irrelevant tools
In back rooms they fried them up
In front rooms they fed them to fools
I burnt the place the fuck down
Run and tell them it's cool
I slumber through a crash course
In subterfuge and alchemy
And how to fling the rest of
Earth discreetly of a balcony
Just marvel at that gruesome splatter
80 stories down from me
It helps the less astute if
You display your hatred outwardly
I saw that gleaming pile of glistening meat
You're dragging around
Sticking it all to your skeleton
Pulling a million pieces, packing them down
I guess you gotta build on something
I ain't hating consume the singularity
The future tastes amazing

Yeah check check
Why you rolling round the street
In that stolen mound of meat?
I told them hold it down, it's peak
That ain't fresh flesh
That ain't fresh flesh
That ain't fresh flesh
Staring out the excess yeah check check
Why you rolling round the street
In that stolen mound of meat?
I told them hold it down, it's peak
That ain't fresh flesh
That ain't fresh flesh
That ain't fresh flesh
Peeling off the excess
Peeling off the, peeling of the excess

Propelling them out by the thousand
Riddled with bullets and polished and primed
Bodies softly crushed
Stuffed in tiny pockets of time
I'll feed you every drug your crinkled
Skin can hold inside it'self
Package pills and pixie dust
In solid gold survival belts peck them apart
I caught him selling his skin
Then running down the M4
Chasing strips of flesh on a string
Rocking that same indelible grin
Facing down that dreaded light
Obliviously to every slimy sunken
Human cell in sight
Like, that crouching browner stood
But 20 yards away
That looks as if he's burgled 20 yards today
The cast of any masquerade
The master and his fuel injected floozy
Her face was like a smudge of
Autumn blistered west of beauty
She was well and truly looking like she'd
Stumbled through a branch of Boots
Absorbing every product
Like some black-hole of darkened youth
I saw them, carting their ruins around
Another couple built
Another two in the ground

Yeah check check
Why you rolling round the street
In that stolen mound of meat?
I told them hold it down, it's peak
That ain't fresh flesh
That ain't fresh flesh
That ain't fresh flesh
Staring out the excess yeah check check
Why you rolling round the street
In that stolen mound of meat?
I told them hold it down, it's peak
That ain't fresh flesh
That ain't fresh flesh
That ain't fresh flesh
Peeling off the excess
Peeling off the, peeling of the excess