Dialectrix - First World Venom (Official)- The Cold Light of Day

'First World Venom' is produced by Plutonic Lab, and taken from Dialectrix's 2013 album The Cold Light of Day.
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LYRICS
Yo I step out to get in gonna claim the night as mine
Revitalise my soul by force feeding it cyanide
Not in a literal sense it's the kind of line I make up
To put a visual sight inside your mind
Green light off the leash roaming the streets
Taking in the poison like were soaking in bleach
No longer sober as the cohorts we meet socially greet
A toaster of drinks what I've chosen to be
Those who work hard and play hard they know what I mean
You go to release that tension as it grows in the week
Bars and pubs they take our money like a poker machine
And I can't settle petal this kettles blowing off steam
Butane on a plate is gonna get my head spinning
Nek Minute Excellent
Becks sipping' and exhibiting energy
And while that sweat dripping' in festivity revelry
CHORUS
ANOTHER NIGHT THAT I'VE WASTED BEING WASTED
BIGHT OF THE FIRST WORLD VENOM
ANOTHER NIGHT GONE AND I CAN'T REPLACE IT
SHOULD HAVE STAYED AT HOME AND NOT LEFT IT
We can't replace the time it takes to detonate
Detonating our bomb with party time when lead astray
I renovate a self medicating meditation
And put in place of educational demonstration
Every sip from a glass like a kick in the arse
And killing me faster to harbour silly debacles
Swigging with rhythm of the dizziest rascal
Till my liver and kidneys shit it and pickled in jars
So pass out regret it acidic and harmful
Half arse awake as I sit on a bar stool
Harsh idiot arse hole gritty as charcoal
And thinking when I'm drinking that I'm king of the castle
But I'm not I'm a joke and reason that I'm broke
Is the reason that I cope with demons that I know
So I glorify nothing son it ain't a pretty picture
Swimming pools of liquor and I'm diving in the mixture
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Slow slow down down low smoked out
Heart tick like a metronome merry go round
Room spin mood rude crude crew ask 'Who is him?'
Make a prude pure type like all my pure sin
Lure so alluring moves getting fewer from the sewer I be spewing in
Cure of the lunatics full moon move back goon bag hooligan
That's not a nurofen nor is it a eucalyptus bud
No cuz round ones ludicrous speed up mind blur
Out of my jurisdiction been there been back and moving in
But I'm going up when I'm out and I'm doing this
Oh and feels son good when I'm in this maddness
yeah in an unreal world with our messed habits
I'm a good guy but I'm tricked by badness
So I'm a messed up man when the venom happens
CHORUS