In a tangle of bloody elbows [ > ]
(check, 1, 2)
Who is in the mist clouding over your eyes?
(Mr. Tailor & His Fancy Rat, Pettigrew, take 1 *clack*)
The edges were alleyways, the ocean, verboten
(fa, sol, la, ti)
Someone, meet that one; no one, meet everyone; V, meet Tyler; shadow, meet this one
(Lights? Check. Flaps? Check. Scalpel? Check. No sponges left in the patient? Oopss…)
Tick for timings, stick for rhymings, bricks for smashing, birds for envy; a time to sow and a time to reap [ < ]
(oh, shit, is this thing on?)
Who laughs last? Who makes your eyes v(green grass)?