Lyrics Simmer - Kill the Vultures

Simmer

By the time they seen the light
All you heard was sirens blaring bright
Neighbors staring right at the mess
Feel the fahrenheit
Rising like the tide when the moon’s pulling puppet strings
Cut the links that bind us to all our earthly suffering
Shadows paint a grimace on the witness
Now if he talks he might not walk
But if he don’t then that’s his business
All the facts have been distorted
All that’s certain is the smoking gun
The ceiling swings in the circles
And the windows here won’t open none
The smoke around my head looks like treble clefs
I lost the level step
Now go to Hell until the Devil’s left
The kettle kept me up
Always screaming from the blue flame
Digging in ditches, dumpsters
Dying for a new name
Who changed the locks
Don’t even recognize the building
The figures on the walls are hallways of hungry children
Got nothing for ‘em
Don’t got a penny for a peddler
They only smoke screens
I’m looking for a dust settler
Picking apart the pieces of the puzzle
To relieve the inner struggle
Even leeches in the puddle know to leave the trouble alone
Who’s knocking on my telephone?
How many dial tones will convince you that I ain’t home?
Let the bad blood simmer
Let the bad blood simmer
Let the bad blood simmer
Now you lost in the center of the temper and temperature
Let the bad blood simmer
Let the bad blood simmer
Let the bad blood simmer
Now you caught between the temper and temperature
Tell me who to pray to
Who’s supposed to save you?
There’s nothing to escape from
Nowhere to escape to
The moment that i came to they asked me where i came from
Pointed to the blank sky
Couldn’t speak the same tongue
Name one night that didn’t end in mourning
The storm brings hope but never gives warning
Ain’t enough police tape to cover up this mess
No matter how you frame it we’re just decorating shipwrecks
Ingest a hard pill to swallow
Filled with shards of the bottle
Tip the jar
Let the scars fill your hollow
The soldiers walked in
Should’ve seen the clock spin
We covered up our ears 'cause poisoned mouths
Talk sin-sation temptress
Offensive to the senses
Now who would ever guess you’d be imprisoned by a sentence?
Before i spoke i filled the room with smoke to cleanse it
Conjured the wrong ghosts
Had 'em begging me to end it
Begging me for friendship
Begging me for rations
I told them i’m a fraud, a freeloader and a has-been
Alone
Who’s knocking on my telephone?
How many dial tones will convince you that i ain’t home?
Let the bad blood simmer
Let the bad blood simmer
Let the bad blood simmer
Now you lost in the center of the temper and the temperature
Let the bad blood simmer
Let the bad blood simmer
Let the bad blood simmer
You lost in the center of the temper and the temperature