[00:00:00] Snooze Button, gruesome Features - Jam Baxter [00:00:17] He slept through it bled fluids [00:00:18] Sank in it and swam to sea [00:00:20] Dreaming of his killer sticking [00:00:21] Stings in his hands and feet [00:00:23] Sharpening the tangled teeth [00:00:24] Twist them round his jaw liner [00:00:25] Skewered every organ glued [00:00:27] Loosely to his warped spine [00:00:29] His self seared griddled skin seems seamless [00:00:32] Never dazzled by their flashing LED Jesus [00:00:34] But the grainy jets of pressure [00:00:35] Spewing from a squeezed fetus [00:00:37] Sandblasted every sleepless second [00:00:39] From the sea creatures [00:00:40] We the undersigned slumbered on [00:00:42] The underside of HMS Slash and Burn [00:00:44] Sailing through the troubled sky [00:00:45] Face up in some swamp as millions of [00:00:48] Jungle flies slide down our nails [00:00:50] Curling ever longer up the vines [00:00:52] Electric blue dagger sliced his head in two [00:00:54] And now he's half asleep and half [00:00:56] Ejected in a petting zoo [00:00:57] Losing count of countless hopping [00:00:58] Sheep that never let him through [00:01:00] Screaming We'd be better off beheading you [00:01:02] Guess it's true [00:01:25] I slept through it let's do it [00:01:27] Fill me in in four minutes [00:01:28] Spend the fifth spewing disbelief [00:01:30] Until my fourth Guinness [00:01:31] What do you mean it's all finished [00:01:33] F**king backstabbers [00:01:34] Which gang of youths slashed [00:01:36] My hammock cut from bandannas [00:01:37] Haphazard hazy figure drifting [00:01:38] In the warm brine [00:01:41] He left forty winking widows [00:01:42] On the shoreline [00:01:43] I swore blind I never tasted [00:01:44] Evil as I stand covet [00:01:45] Then they saw the keys to [00:01:47] Hell gleaming in my back pocket [00:01:48] What are these [00:01:49] Ah nothing [00:01:50] I'm above suspicion was I dreaming [00:01:52] Drunk propping up the pub [00:01:53] With double vision [00:01:54] 'Till fate brought a pile of [00:01:55] Files plundered from a sunken prison [00:01:57] Every unforgiven act was cataloged [00:01:59] And numbered in them [00:02:00] Look me up [00:02:01] He said it with the kind of crumpled [00:02:03] Arrogance reserved for every squashed [00:02:04] Sack of scum that runs the battlements [00:02:05] And that was it [00:02:06] Top board chloroform belly flop trust [00:02:09] You'll have found a bed of [00:02:10] Tenners when that penny drops [00:02:34] I slept through it bet you [00:02:36] It backfires later [00:02:37] Snoozing on the circle line [00:02:38] Tapped by a stranger [00:02:40] I think you missed your stop [00:02:41] He said pointing at the carbon dust [00:02:43] Trust me I couldn't yam [00:02:44] The tramadol fast enough [00:02:46] Parking up the spy plane [00:02:47] Puking on the dashboard [00:02:48] And cutting bits of ultra [00:02:50] Out the engine with a hacksaw [00:02:51] Is routine procedure when [00:02:53] You're scratching at the backdoor [00:02:54] To every nightmarish situation [00:02:56] You could plan for [00:02:58] I think I saw it aura start to end [00:03:00] Must have steamrolled my damn face [00:03:02] Across the stars again [00:03:03] I should have circled every murder [00:03:05] Merchant with a marker pen [00:03:06] So when they don a mask and start [00:03:08] Charging we can laugh at them [00:03:09] Oh well next time [00:03:11] Just hold this tonne of filth [00:03:12] I'm still reeling off the cascades [00:03:13] Of multicoloured silks [00:03:15] Just the moldy covered guilt for [00:03:16] The twisted little glutton [00:03:17] I got a fist full of minutes [00:03:18] When his finger hit the button [00:04:57] Sitting on the edge of it [00:04:59] All pressed to the wall [00:05:00] Marinating in some sick [00:05:02] Sweet source evaporating [00:05:03] These patterns changing faster than [00:05:06] The ill painted ill faces [00:05:07] Littered all upon them [00:05:08] Watching bill cages [00:05:11] Tick basic installation [00:05:12] Lifetimes of information's [00:05:13] Stored on the blemish of this illustration