Cold Toes [Rhyme Circus Winter Special]
Channel: Rhyme Circus
Date: 2014-03-24

Vocals by Marcus Carab. Music by Grant Livesay.
Free album download: http://marcuscarab.bandcamp.com/album/rhyme-circus-winter-special-ep

Lyrics:

And I can rhyme... though I shiver and teeth chatter 
But god fucking help me if I ever start to stammer 
And I laugh when cats defend grammar 
You can mice words fuckers, I'll be smacking them with hammers 
Put your culture in the mulcher and I feed it to the vultures 
Then come to stack the bones into pretty little sculptures 
I got ulterior motives, but none of any consequence 
But playing fickle advocate for hire to keep you on the fence 
I'm too emotive, I've been known to talk with my hands 
Knocking over beer glasses, catching them before they land 
Well, one time anyway, some time any day now 
I'm'a don a false name, hop a thought train 
But the choo-choo was sputtering and you two were stuttering 
Like YouTube buffering 

This is the kinda shit cluttering up my mind 
It's like time's stuck and I'm buttering up the sides 
And then the pain comes fluttering up my spine 
Might as well fuck 'cause our number is up tonight 

It's hard to juggle chainsaws, my fingers is cold 
But I go into the fold, 'cause all the tickets are sold 
And so the circus must go on, another day's long 
work is thrust upon, and double pay's not happening 
Now the cold hands be clapping 
...I'm here to gather up the trappings 
And map this annual attack on the maddening 
Bad things laughing at our sad wings flapping 
The cold toes be tapping 
...fall into time with the tree branch snapping 
And it's not what it seems, no, never that, check again 
Y'all been deceived while we popped at the seams 
And he dropped from the beams, rockstar in a stadium 
Feather hat, second skin, weaponize the reckoning 
Step aside, it's the leper kid, beckoning 
Semper fi... delete us from the database 
I reckon I've got a lesson to impress upon the rest 
Of you about the stuff that spreads without lessening 
I always bet it on the essence of the day-to-day 
And they cannot repress it any more than we can pray away the snow 
I need a greater way to go, but the data's saying no 
These invaders make a case for laying low 
The greater good flows faster by the second 
But the wreckage of the summer's in the way, 
I guess it's time to pave it over 

This is the kinda shit cluttering up my mind 
It's like time's stuck and I'm buttering up the sides 
And then the pain comes fluttering up my spine 
Might as well fuck 'cause our number is up tonight 

This is the kinda shit cluttering up my brain 
It's like I'm stuck and I'm muttering junk in vain 
But then the glow comes bubbling up my veins 
Might as well go, 'cause there's nothing for us who stay