Mr Key, Greenwood Sharps, Jam Baxter - Rituals lyrics

Oi what you propagating in your music?
What d'you know about tellin' 'em the truth
Kid?
I was sellin' them degenerates a blueprint
On how to rep-represent messiness and lose it
It makes me sad when I
Listen to the tunes that
I wrote when I was living
In a crystalline cocoon
And every single line I sniffed
Solidified the tune
But now the plants have broken through
And summer's flowers are in bloom
Did it like this and now we do it like that
It's evolution live from inside of a synapse
You could be a
A suit and tie inside of a flytrap
See the truth divinely shine
To you right back is that a fact?
Get stepped on, battling your demons
You need enough perspective so
You actually perceive them
(Funnily enough) It made me
Happier to meet 'em
Now I'm scattering the seeds
To turn this Babylon to Eden
More than just a psychedelic
Pattern on the ceiling
Or seeking of a believing
It's feeling that gives it meaning
Dirty D was deep he said each
Of us needs a reason
My reason's the inner peace and
The feeling of reaching freedom
When it's more than just
The absence of constraint
More than just the lacking of
The shackle and the chain
What it ain't, what it is
I ain't gonna tell you what it is though
You'll have to find out for
Yourself how to live go deep
Deep, where the skeletons broke
And bones creep out the closets
To roam the stone streets
Dance cemetery poker off-beat do not sleep
You're living in a wonderful world

Yeah it runs deep
Deep, where the blood from the slaughterhouse
Seeps through the gutters in
Dimly lit streets
Now doesn't that carcass taste sweet
Do not sleep do not sleep

Try and wake the fuck up and go deep
Deep, where the skeletons broke
And bones creep out the closets
To roam the stone streets
Dance cemetery poker off-beat do not sleep
Stay awake, hold your space yeah
It runs deep
Deep, where the blood from the slaughterhouse
Seeps through the gutters in
Dimly lit streets
Now doesn't that carcass taste sweet
Do not sleep
You're circling a star right now

I told him, mister, roll it all back
To when this bad blood stream
Rolled us all flat i stood there posing for
The same snotty picture
The smile resonating round
The honey-drenched fister
For one intense mentor
But each shade of decay was still nominated
For freeze frame of the day
Now every warm pot of jewel
And shipment of rocket-fuel
Was left on the crumbling street flaking away
From the Wastemansions, to a wall of masks
To young dust mites inhabiting a haunted yard

To crushing a selection of assorted hearts
To meeting Key on like five
Or six gurners each or Brighton pier
Looking like regurgitated burger meat
Sat awake practicing experimental surgery
To pumping pure gold into eternity
Transplanted to a velveteen field for a
String of last dances it's endless
Infinite infantile versions of
Yourself in the
Air hugging blood red placentas
I ain't gonna question your agendas
Cause you can cut the cord on any one of 'em
So I'll crush the crushed underfoot
Lie back and spend perfect nights
Staring up at 'em it's deep
Deep, where the skeletons broke
And bones creep out the closets
To roam the stone streets
Dance cemetery poker off-beat do not sleep
Do not sleep