Plasticine Queen

Plasticine Queen

Come on, tell us a story

Never dull, never wrong and slightly gory

Harpsichord strikes fear

In the hearts of the

Circle of three with a rhythmic surprise

Clocks raining down on

The fox with no socks on

Time keeps falling on the wolf with no eyes

Rivers running green

And then red with the terror

Apprehension is total disguise

And they say come what may…

And they mean Plasticine Queen

Discordant spikes

In the flow of the show

A Slipping facade is unraveling fast

Sallow grey skin

Too pale for the living

Unremarkable but dead behind the eyes

A train wreck, better

Know what you're feeding

You're not our keeper not a secret agent sleeping

And now it's time

To hear another fable

Never honest never strong and never stable

And they say come what may…

And they mean Plasticine Queen

Plasticine Queen

With the power of tenure

Door’s ajar now you are the shaper

Consequences an

Indefinite measure

Then the demon drops ball and lights the touch-paper

And they say come what may…

And they mean Plasticine Queen

(c) and (p) Gary Pearce

Music Player at Ditto.fm