Trust Me Lyrics - Computers And Blues - Streets

Trust me 

Is the skyline sliced up into pieces and broken steel and mesh? 

Or is the progress of process that's a natural people quest? 

Metal and the workings, dark and lurking in my mind 

Branded neon red and blue flashes, the view from the flats is nice 

I see Alice in Wonderland, I see malice in Sunderland 

Mouse to house, I am this land, the were without, it's Thumberland 

Smoke to a karma coma, Jamaicans do yard and roamers 

Shake Bacardi's and Coke and make me laugh and trust me 

So much stuff and many people, the future is not evil 

The future is not fish and it's simple, it's efficient 

Now that things are costing nothing, is any of it good? 

Come and love me, read my nothings, blogging river floods 

Dead plant planted on the window ledge, shadows dance 

Glint and blend, glance slow at the night outside, I'm God in the game 

Sound rumbles in 5.1 round some corner to fight with guns 

Play God in games but nothing in, trust me 

Dub step, club sweat, come get rubbed red 

Play the play list, play the play list 

I see Alice in Wonderland, I see malice in Sunderland 

House to house, I love this land, the were without, it's Thumberland 

Do the wrong thing, joke it right, span the longings and the fights 

For all the oil and the toil and the spoils of the royals 

We are nothing if not nice, we are coughing if we are wise 

Roll me up like a leafy spliff, fuck that, roll me up and trust me 

Why is there so much noise? Reading info, buying toys 

We all fear of company but we are fierce anonymously 

Enter shit on the internet, clashing people, chatting evil 

But we are cheery social sorts with the pleasing photo forward 

Pass the love around and back to me, walking down a madman's street 

The music in my ears is fleeting, struggle to shuffle to the same beat 

We are nothing if not nice, we have a pretty buttered knife 

Is the skyline sliced up into pieces and broken steel and strife 

Anything you tell me, yes, yes, I will believe 

But again and I suspect, again and I will leave 

Slow burn a little heaven, roaming yearnings for Devon 

Coburn '67, don't work for them, trust me 

Dub step, earth run, red club sweat 

Put up chests and freeze, freeze 

Is the skyline sliced up into pieces and broken steel and mesh? 

Or is the progress of process that's a natural people quest?