176. A Day In The Life...

The day starts. It is 06:00. You press “snooze” for a short while longer.

06:09; It goes again... you continue this for a further 27 minutes.

06:36.

You wake up, with realization that nothing has changed. But your hair. It's upright, the same as your genitals. Why did you drink so much last night? Morning wood, through the uncomplicated consumption of alcohol.

You thought it would be fine.

You rouse. Make your way over the clothes, and through the cobwebs in your own head. Eventually, standing over the toilet. You try to think of the Spanish word for this, from your schooling days. It evades you.

Upon finishing, you tip your head over the bath, and under the shower cubicle. You realise that it is not switched on, and pull your head back, pull the drawstring, knock on the switch.
Whilst washing, you think of the complications occurred over the last few months, and indeed, in the same bath. It's going to be one of those days.

Once dried, you notice you need a brush, or that pink comb, upon the mantle, downstairs. A rake by the fingers shall suffice. What's it matter? It's only another day. Nothing will happen today. No-one shall notice. You think twice.

“Nah”.

You trawl your way back into the bedroom. Again, avoiding the clothes. You perch yourself on the end of the bed; your arse's indent in indelibly imprinted upon this part. – fire away a few messages on the internet. No thought in it.

Roll up 6 cigarettes; Drum tobacco, Swan filters and Rizla silver, as is the standard for your part time days.

It's now 07:00. Your late. You should have been out the house no later than ten-to. You needed to get the Tram at this time. You panic.

You are offered a lift. Kevin does so. He drives you to work. You notice the stupid amount of snow littering the roads and pavements. You think that you are glad that you didn't walk to the tram. Half way there, you realise that you have forgot your security pass.

“Fuck”, you think. You eventually shout it out loud, so as to try and draw attention from Kevin.

“What's wrong?”

“I forgot my pass”.

“Can you still get in?”

“Yeah, I'll be fine, just gotta wait for someone I know”.

Alice sees you, as you walk past the gates. You've known her for about a year. You made friends through a friend. All at work. Nothing untoward. She shouts at you, through the railings.
You have your MP3 player on – Listening to your own music. A few weeks ago, you abandoned your old persona. You were bored with him. Came upon a fun name that you thought would raise intrigue. It's just a shame that the music isn't the same. Whilst you are advancing, it's not enough to draw any kind of interest.

“What?” You shout.

All you hear is something. Like a distant mumbling. You still don't catch it, and you laugh, confused. If it wasn't for your left ear being partially deaf, or the fact that you are 50 foot away, you may have heard her. You still feign politeness, and say goodbye.

Standing outside the railings, you continue with the music. You think it isn't all that bad, but still not as good as it could be. You consider what could be done, whilst lighting a cigarette.
You fall in and out of what you are thinking. The cold snaps at your heels. You wonder what is nagging at you. You look for Helene  She's usually around at this time of day – She will let you in. It's now around 07:40. You begin at eight.

Making your way toward the gates, you think that maybe something isn't right. You remember that you don't have your card, and you shall have to wait. Your slipping on the ice. After only seconds of waiting, Abdul shows up and lets you in.
He lets you through all the doors.

“You going to explain this to somebody?”

“Yeah, yeah”.

You won't.

Get up to your floor, and you see Ryan on the floor. You tell him of your creative input of the last two days; Sunday and Monday – you've hand-crafted 5 tracks over these two days. Your impressed with yourself, as he should be.
You ask him what's going on, and he explains about the management wanting to sit with him. You sympathise, but explain that all will be fine. Your older than him, and more world wise, but he is your superior. As work has not officially began, you ask him if he would like to listen to the music that you have done.

“Yeah, I were listening to Black Sabbath, earlier”

You sit there, in whimsical amusement. You wonder how he knows Black Sabbath. He's a fan of UK Reggae.

He remembers - “No, it was Sabbath Latin – I like that”
“Well, I've done a redux of that”.

You realise that he won't know what that means. You just plug him into the ear phones, and let it rip. You explain that some of it isn't your greatest.
Whether through friendship, or just to stay on your good side, he compliments your music.

“I'm not just saying this, but you have got better”, precedes “There's SINGING on this one?!”

You laugh. Think of making an insidious remark, but think better of it. He's already told you in the past that he doesn't know what to say, with regards to troubles at home. You know he tries his best. Unfortunately, it doesn't work for you. Your friendship has been dwindling for some time. Sea rápido o esté muerto.

Something is mentioned in the ilk of “roll on the weekend”. Your still trying to wake up. You didn't wash this morning, didn't feel up to doing it, and, if truth be told, your washed your hair, so it was washed, nonetheless.

You make a throw-away comment; “Fuck that, roll on 16 days – Zurich!”.

A voice appears from your left hand side.

“Zurich?”

It's Helene  You look at her, her face a porcelain body disappearing behind a column of what you've always thought to be; asbestos. That columns' always been in your way.

“Yeah, it's the end of this month”, you continue exchanging information between one another, seemingly like curve-balls, around the column.

“Oh, I didn't think that it was so soon?”

“Yes”.

The last word kills the conversation dead. You scramble in your head to continue the conversation, but, as ever, your mind is dry. As is your throat. You can't go on.

Taking a look at the clock, it's now 07:55; Alan should be in soon – he's working the same shift as you. Not technically the same shift – you finish somewhat earlier than he, as you have to be home early to tend to the ensuing confusion there. No sooner had you thought this, he's there.
Exchanging pleasantries, you decide to get yourself in for work, there's a somewhat under-awing login system to contend with, and as you serve a dual purpose at work, you need to spend half of the day on emails for one department, and the other half on another.

You trawl through the emails, and have a few jokes with Alan. There's something about him that you can't quite put your finger on. You were told by Helene a few weeks back (it may have even been months, but you decide to forget), that she asked him for your number. She told you that he said that he didn't have it, and this left you reeling.
You knew for a fact that he had the information back in November – he called you and text you on the day. Ryan gave him your number. You were out with Sarah. A friend of a few months, but under awe of, and a person that you enjoyed the company of.
Previous conversations had led you to believe that Helene and Alan had had sex together, though this could never be proven. You always thought that he was being protective of her, for no apparent reason. Either that, or the green eyed eyed monster setted in, and pride was damaged when she asked him for it. Upon learning it, you realised that there was no actual way of finding out. You would never ask. It's not your business.

175. The End

You sit here wondering why you are so obscured from any more truth than I have revealed.

The truth is I have no answers. I just merely write things for you to read and hopefully enjoy. I am but a normal person who smokes fags, gets drunk and interoperates life around him as he sees fit. This is the real me.

I can never absolve you of you problems, but these "tracks"; for want of a better word, described my moods during 2006 up until mid-era 2012. I suggest you look up my other blogs (posts) if you like. It's the same type of thing... just another thing to blame life upon... There is 2012 and a new 2013 flavour.

Thanks for taking a look though. If anything I've realised I have roughly 20 followers per post, so it would be nice to expand upon that. I want to carry on writing. If you still look then I'll carry on writing. You guys mean a lot to me, as you listen and seem to look without review. I can live with that.

I feel like a version of REM (the band) in that I go unnoticed but yet still get recognition of my followers. I can't ask any more than that. Thank you again, and good night, on this; the 10th January, 2013 - There are plenty more blogs to come.

174. Zombie

I wasn't sure if I'd been here before
But now I know my delusion
Alcohol is my true life whore.
Creating false illusion.
The drugs the Princes put me on
Have been popped like candy.
Soon enough I'll feel withdrawn
I'll be frail and needy.

I get caught up in my own little world
And my brain slowly begins to swirl
Like the Guitars of the 90's
I'm living like a zombie...
Zombie
Zombie......

I know when I've been and I've came
The places around
From the stray thoughts in my brain
My minds abound to come through somehow
This whole God delusion is obscene
Whilst I've tried and I've sinned
The Place I loved
Is far from here.

I get caught up in my own little world
And my brain slowly begins to swirl
Like the Guitars of the 90's
I'm living like a zombie...
Zombie
Zombie......

Zombie Mother-fucker!

I'm like a zombie
Zombie
Zombie
Zombie Mother-fucker!

173. Youthism

Does anyone know the state?
Does anyone-one know what's on my plate?
Can anyone tell me the truth in knowing?
Can you tell me why my pants are showing?

Youth-ism.
Youth-ism.
Escapism.
Mechanism.

Why do birds fly?
How is there a sky?
Why do planes not crash more often?
How can you make love more softer?

Yer aged face is all over the place
It falls down to the floor
And it shall never return
To the glories so far gone.
Crawl into your skin
Call up your next of kin
Cremation is sure to fulfil
The look of your face is enough to kill.

I hate the weather
Til the end of never
Dating back home to the dawn of man
Life makes no sense, but I'll make what I can.

Youth-ism.
Youth-ism.
Escapism.
Mechanism.

Like me, you unknown
Like me, you show
Like me, your own morals
Like me, Eating leather coral
Through the fires of romance
The world it turns and the ogres wage a war dance
The pin pricked skin of your own sins
Shall never be subdued as they're bound with super glue.

Like me.
Like me.
Like me.
Like.
Like Me.

Piss - ready gears turning in my mind
They are unknown to the modern grind
WD-40 Tells an old story
Of old un's getting abortions.

Youth-ism.
Youth-ism.
Escapism.
Mechanism.

Abortion
Abortion
Abortion
Abortion

Distortion.

172. Youthful Solitude

Another day and another lover
Under the covers we withheld
Our love for one-another
The epic struggle of life
For what else?

The life shall come ad love shall pass
The world shall live
And yet I come to imagine
The truth your only 15.
Age of consent forbidden - I reclaim my inhibitions.

I was drinkin' them demons away from the start
The hole in heart felt
As though the world was turnin'
And I held in my mind
The imagination of youthful solitude.

You suspended my belief to the point of no return
Premature, in my pants,
You are one in a million.
I can't wait to get you home
Drugged up and fulla alcohol.

Then I'll envisage in my filthy mind
The truth of my own beliefs.
I shall stand and I shall count.
This last lady shall be
Withheld.

I was drinkin' them demons away from the start
The hole in heart felt
As though the world was turnin'
And I held in my mind
The imagination of youthful solitude.

You were my baby-bird
You were my sweet release.
You jumped ship
How I wish
You were on my hips.

I was drinkin' them demons away from the start
The hole in heart felt
As though the world was turnin'
And I held in my mind
The imagination of youthful solitude.

So pick me up some bottles of booze
The youthfulness purveyed in you
Shall be noted
There's a new skirt in town
The world devoted.

You can play your shitty assed tunes.
So long as I can come into that
Shitty ass
Of my sweet lord.
Oh God!

You were my baby-bird
You were my sweet release.
You jumped ship
How I wish
You were on my hips.

I was drinkin' them demons away from the start
The hole in heart felt
As though the world was turnin'
And I held in my mind
The imagination of youthful solitude.

171. You give me Life to Breathe

Only your words can bring me from pain
And only yourself can help me refrain
From the days all being to hours
And the frown on my face subsides
You know the thing we had
Oh no, my love, it never dies.
Time changes most things in the world
But to me you never change
Oh you still have me absorbed.
The feelings that rekindle
Chills me to my bones
Or raises me up
To the top of that pedestal.
Oh Only you can't see...

So lay your love on me
Like a sweet symphony
You give me life to breathe
With you, only in time we'll see.

So bring me right on down
Underwater; I can't drown
Give me life to breathe
Spend your time with me.

And yet I've awoken, these year old blues
And all I want is to spend my time with you
But the minutes all go so quickly
Like days gone in the past
I can only hope that this thing will last
As teenagers the world all stood it's ground
And now we suffer silently, gently unwound.
The new life that we're living
Has made us feel so unwell
It's like living in our own Private Hell.
So come on baby
And feel it with me;
You're the supernova in my eyes
I cannot even see...

So lay your love on me
Like a sweet symphony
You give me life to breathe
With you, only in time we'll see.

So bring me right on down
Underwater; I can't drown
Give me life to breathe
Spend your time with me.

And when we look back.....
The past it seemed so dark...
And yet the future...
Is the hardest part....

170. Whore

Be still my bleeding heart
Another promise of stolen thoughts
Your will is to decimate
My will is to procreate
Within our own broken dreams
Your life is ripped at the seams
Mine own holds within
What was once ripped at the seams.

Daydream my fucked up heart
I'll begin again from the start.
A new name; a new frontier.
Fucking all that I hold dear.

Hold...
Why don't you hold yourself.

Hold...
Why don't you....

Why don't you...
Why don't you hold yourself?

For mutual comfort
C'mon best foot abound...
It's all fucked up my dear
Like me on Mescaline.
My life was so fucked up.
Day dream all life in a cup.
Watching all day porn
Woah girl, what've I become?

Spay....

C'mon and spay....

Why don't you?...

Come on and spay yourself?

For your the fuck
And not me.
Making life a misery
I tried to co-operate you see -
But you boned me
Like I did you without a sheathe!
So come on, come now, come dear -
Say what I wanna hear and why don't you...

Squeeze...
Why don't you squeeze yourself.

Squeeze...
Why don't you....

Why don't you...
Why don't you squeeze yourself?

You fucking Whore!

169. Where is the Time?

Tell yer mother
and tell yer man
What yer gonna say
Come on by
With yer mind


I know that
We don't get paid.


Come on down
Let me see you
You gotta find
A way show me
What's sublime.


You don't know
what you got till
It's come and gone
You don't know what
We have
Till we see the sun

We hate the rain
And yet we try again...

To gain what's mine.

To gain what's mine.....

To gain what's mine.


And yet we fight
To know
Which way
we gotta go
Where is the time...
To gain what's mine..

168. What Lies Within

The people that we love can never understand
What makes us real, it's all in our hands.
We wake everyday, so as to explain
That the pace of our lives are lived purely for them.
The days turn into nights and we all aspire to be
Alone with our lovers, rolling under covers
To wake at the weekend; not to see friends
And to hold dear one-another from our fears.

The love of life is so contagious.
The realms of realism are advantageous.
To dream and believe in soulful sin
Is to become what lies within.

And we all aspire to perform for one-another
In the loom of the mill, it makes us so ill.
The fashion of the world makes us all void
Whereas the fate of our existence is dependant on resistance.
We all love each other; Fate will allow us to recover.
Wild horses are the fuel in the fire
That allow us to crave
With human desire.

The love of life is so contagious.
The realms of realism are advantageous.
To dream and believe in soulful sin
Is to become what lies within.

167. Weekend Binge

The strange days that we once portrayed
Were full of wine, and young of age.
The dreams we dreamt were burnt and singed
Our occasional part time weekend binge.

Yet I stand here as a heathen
Take a clutch of my mighty weapon
Oh it's now in your possession
Watch it Explode!

The Gods of the world all stood and stared
As I lay down amazed at the
Luck I had in my own youth.
Cum now baby, show the proof...

Do you mind holding onto this?
My mind is empty, so much of bliss.
I'll withdraw should you ask me so.
I'll tie your neck through a rope.
(If you want me to).

Yet I stand here as a heathen
Take a clutch of my mighty weapon
Oh it's now in your possession
Watch it Explode!

Am I from Mars, or are you from China?
Something, Something,  pounding Vagina.
My senses are fleeting.
Through these meds, I can feel my heart beating...

Yet I stand here as a heathen
Take a clutch of my mighty weapon
Oh it's now in your possession
Watch it Explode!

166. Vote With Your Feet

Well I'll find a love worth that of mine
Save you'r face for the time that's enshrined...
The tomb that I love is in my own mind.

All you third grade wankers;
listen to me
The damned united listen to me
The damned uncertain
Be sure that you hold what's thine...

All you good, good people, vote with your feet...

165. Vortex Dreams

I tried to raise the demons
All the power passed me by.
I tried living longer
But all my life I've failed, alive.
So to you I scream
Save me for another day.
Or indulge my crucifixion
Whilst I waste away.

Life rarely goes the way it seems
Living through vivid, vortex dreams.
Cave in, dig out.
I rely on you to be my lungs to shout.

Standing upon the river
And the fishes swim on past.
They tried jumping ground
And all they do is roast.
And the valley of the sun.
Were never meant for this
Toast to the life that weighs a tonne.
Sheer hell is bliss.

Look to the left - it sucks you in.
Look to the right - unforeseen.
Untoward, unsound.
The life I live is hitting the ground.

164. Void

My bodies' white, but my heart is black
My mind is silk, but the odds are stacked
The self proclaimed self belief
Provides only some relief.
To be the man I want to be
You know I'm never me.
Dreaming dreams that forever are void;
I know however, that I am alive.

163. Video Killed the Teletext Star

I saw you on the TV, back in '92.
Lying agog at the the TV, tuning into you.
If ladders were the case, it never stopped me playing the world ends with you.
Oh-a oh
We all take credit for your last-ability.
Though you write it all, and we just sit by reading Idly..
and now we all dream of Shenmue 3 .

Oh-a oh
I met many a folk
Oh-a oh
Through PSN and Xbox Live...
Digital killed the teletext stars.
Digital killed the teletext stars.

Soul Bubbles came and melted my heart.
Oh-a-a-a oh
And I hope that you'll stick it together somehow.
Mr T was there, yet it seems so long ago.
And you remember the "pitty the fool"  so you know...

Oh-a-oh
You were the first one
Oh-a-oh
You were the best.
Digital killed the teletext stars.
Digital killed the teletext stars.

On my Live, and on my 'Kart ,
We can't go back, it's gone too far
Oh-a-a-a oh
Oh-a-a-a oh
Digital killed the teletext stars.
Digital killed the teletext stars.

Compress this song to MP3
For all the people who like
Their PC's...
Put the blame on Broadband
They are teletext stars
They are teletext stars
Digital killed the teletext stars.(x10 fade out)

They are the teletext stars (x5 fade out)

Oh-a oh (x6 fade out)

162. Ventis secundis, tene cursum.

I look up into the sky
The sun it blinds me.
Like a badger to my
Staggered eye.
We all dream of life
Becoming blessed
By surviving strife.
Most run blind.

Yet we have each other.
Sisters and brothers.
Love one another.
Under the covers.
Dream a little dream of me....

We all laze; ignorant
Life rolls on Splendidly
All feeling deviant.
We all love believing;
That something is there
Ready to fall from the
Never seen,
Fairground fun filled air.
Relax. I dare.

Yet we all love free love
Yer sister loves yer brother.
High from smothering
The incessant loving.
Dreaming life by...

Yet we have each other.
Sisters and brothers.
Love one another.
Under the covers.
Dream a little dream of me....

The final fold lies
Behind the incandescent
Steel blue eyes.
Eating all the pies.
Love mankind and hide
Behind the selfless
Acute sense of pride
We should all abide by.

Yet we have each other.
Sisters and brothers.
Love one another.
Under the covers.
Dream a little dream of me....

161. Veins Of Life

False arse pilgrims stand and glance at the chance
That they are given half an ounce.
They strive to hold what they need
Half ounce of weed to fuel their existence.
That they bought an a pittance.

Now they hold what they have dear
And cry because the life they wanted
Was so very near.
Yet so far.
And they want what they can't have,
So hit the store to get their daily score.

Ploughing into the veins of life
They've abandoned the trivialities of their wife
And still set up stalls in disbandoned allotments
To push the gear to kids half their age.

Same story goes for the elders of the revolution.
They like to think that they are on the edge of absolution.
But they laugh and then they cry
Into the cups of Children's lives.
They decree that simplicity is the key to the world.

Now they hold what they have dear
And cry because the life they wanted
Was so very near.
Yet so far.
And they want what they can't have,
So hit the store to get their daily score.

Follow the path of life
We've known the truth for sometime.
And still preach the god revered words.
To push to kids now out and about Stoned in trees.

The end of the line comes to the elders.
Fighting for the truth and the others.
They gave all they could for this world.
Yet they are availed at the kids in the mirth.
Stand up shout loud - They are the real lives in this town.

Now they hold what they have dear
And cry because the life they wanted
Was so very near.
Yet so far.
And they want what they can't have,
So hit the store to get their daily score.

160. Twenty-Five

Twenty Five years have been seen
Which in turn is a patch on me.
Now I can hardly breathe a breath
Of air that's from the world.
Given to me
Give in to me....
I wish that I could bleed
But the doctor tells me "no"
So within my mind I've got to think
Of a new way with which to go.

Why oh why?
Why oh why?
Did you have to go?

For the sanity you had given I
Was the reason I never cried.
When I was Twenty Five
You were still there by my side.
You gave to me
Memories.
But I wish I could abolish
The truth that's come to pass.
The visions I have upon me
Will never fade and forever last.

Why oh why?
Why oh why?
Did you have to go?

Cry,
Cry Cry Cry
Cry Cry Cry
I'm gonna cry myself blind.

Cry Cry Cry
Cry Cry Cry
I'm gonna cry myself blind.

Most nights I wake up screaming
From the nightmares that lie within.
I can't stop this dreamin'
I've lived my life in sin.
Harming me
Sanity.
Up until I was Twenty Five
You gave me constant time.
Now I find that your not here
And I resort to this wine.

Why oh why?
Why oh why?
Did you have to go?

Cry Cry Cry
Cry Cry Cry
I'm gonna cry myself blind.

Had I known at the age of Twenty Five
That your existence would have ceased to be.
As a child I would have excelled
To be what I should have been.
Gave it to you.
Hope and Truth.
But now I'm not a child
I know what's done is done.
The only problem of being old
Is you know what's yet to come.

Why oh why?
Why oh why?
Did you have to go?

Cry Cry Cry
Cry Cry Cry
I'm gonna cry myself blind.

Cry Cry Cry
Cry Cry Cry
I'm gonna cry myself blind.

159. The Last Twighlight

Who's the clown and who's the fool
Laughing through my nicotine stained cake hole?
I feel a life that I've never lived.
The life I feel is so etiquette.
For the laughing and the light
Is so full of shit.
Who would have believed this poor man's plight?

So to the last dilutions of the people unite
Why won't nobody give me right?
The stars are out tonight.
The last 24 hours.
The last twighlight.
The last twighlight.

Woooooooooh the last twighlight.

158. Trepanned Realism

The years are slipping out of your hand
And you wonder why your plans make no sense at all
Sucking on an lemon
Some sugar would do us good.

Astral plains force through
Your brightly light neon veins
And all you do is wonder
Why is your life so under?

I'd like to believe that we all
Sink like a stone
Life's long trek is thick and thin
Full of hope and din.

So dream for the masses
As time passes
We can't all separate our souls
From our leaden goals
And to those that think
Of what should have been
We've been dead in the water for years.

The years are slipping out of your hand
And everyone shorter than the last
So get out and feel love
The whole world can do you good.

Green rolling hills can substitute
Any dosage of sleeping pills
For any length of sleep
And who can abscond
From Fresh air from above
We all know it'd do you good.

So feel now in your soul
The greatness pour in now
From the hole
In your head
Trepanned realism, wow...
It can't substitute from sanity
For the realists now
Know that insanity is vanity.

So dream for the masses
As time passes
We can't all separate our souls
From our leaden goals
And to those that think
Of what should have been
We've been dead in the water for years.

157. Tranny

I fucked your mom
For the love we had
Lasted forever.
She came forever.

I had a cock.
She had a fanny.
It turned out
She was a post operation tranni.

I will survive.
The cock was all mine.
The sun still shines
And redefines.
The love we have for all time.

Your mother was a rapist.
The faggot - biggomist.
In my fantasy.
She showed me her pussy.
And I licked it.

I had a cock.
She had a fanny.
It turned out
She was a post op tranni.

Rape, Rape, Rape, Rape.
Your mother's cherry is
A big fat grape.
I'll lick it all.
Gay tensions are rising,
But I'll pay my dues, dude.







Ich bumste Ihre Mamma
für die Liebe,
die wir für immer gedauert hatten.
Sie kam für immer.

I had a cock.
She had a fanny.
It turned out
She was a post op tranni.

Ich überlebe.
Der Hahn war alle Grube.
Der der Sonne Glanz noch Und definiert neu.
Die Liebe,
die wir während aller Zeit haben.

Ihre Mutter war ein Vergewaltiger.
Das Bündel - biggomist.
In meiner Fantasie.
Sie zeigte mir ihren Pussy.
Und ich leckte ihn.

I had a cock.
She had a fanny.
It turned out
She was a post op tranni.

Raub, Raub, Raub, Raub.
Ihr mother' s-Kirsche ist a-
große fette Traube.
I' ll lecken es allen.
Homosexuelle Spannungen steigen,
Aber I' ll Lohn meine Gebühren, Geck.

156. Train Song

Waiting for the train again
Another English Tan forms
Upon my shoulders.
The dulcet tones ring
More less of sing
The 12:39 is delayed.

And yet they get paid for this
The Judas' of Midland Rail.
They may as well spend time
Sucking on their women's tits.
For what good they do.

Still awaiting the 12:39
Been here for too much time.
Think of love, keeps you going.
Reasons for staying here
Is as such as too divine.
Get to the pub soon, have a wine.

And yet they get paid for this
The Judas' of Midland Rail.
They may as well spend time
Sucking on their women's tits.
For what good they do.

Starts to piss it down, and your smile
Of love turns into a vexed frown
Of a semi detached clown.
You stare in anger at the timetable
Above your head
Recollecting the time that you should
Have been there instead.

The Player runs Sgt. Pepper through
Your preoccupied head.
Back Ground music - designated acoustic.
Without the acoustic.
Palatial, Whimsical, Hedonistic.
You unwind, and find the time to think:

And yet they get paid for this
The Judas' of Midland Rail.
They may as well spend time
Sucking on their women's tits.
For what good they do.

The train arrives quarter hour late.
You lean over to the fuckers
To tempt your own fate.
Why pay for this shit?
£6 is overboard, and your voice is that of a lord.
Your thrown off at the next stop.

Only to start again.

To begin a new set of trends.

To drink to make amends.

To justify your friends.

And yet the waves wash over you like the sea to the shore.
And you feel like you should never be ignored.
You live to love; you love to live.
Except in the situations that you now stand in;
Victimisation seems the order of the day.
The station your at is not that which you are used to.
You have no idea where you are; deeming the way home too far.
You call the ticket booth a liar.
And a self loathing cunt;
Devoid of help.
You shit in his presence, at the obscene gestures;
He calls security, and your on your way.

And yet they get paid for this
The Judas' of Midland Rail.
They may as well spend time
Sucking on their women's tits.
For what good they do.

Thank fuck your so wasted, you barely notice...

155. Today

What point memories,
If there's no light to redeem?
What point Fantasies,
If they become real?
Variation, it seems;
Concocted by vicious dreams.

I wish I could get up in the afternoon
Living life here is so damned obtuse.
Alcohol - used and abused.
All I want are standardised rules.

What good visions,
Without a way to act?
What good decisions,
If others detract?
With ideals, people react;
They care not about common fact.

I wish I could run away, soon; today?
I feel there's no other way,
To make the feelings subside;
Go away.

154. Timmy

Daydream, Daydream
Timmy can you hear me now?
Shine on, on, Shine on, on
Timmy can you hear me now?

The dreams that we hold are so sub-versed
I'll rotate the change around my purse
To forgive a better life
Of someone who never wanted me any more.
My father's mother was such a bitched up whore.

Day dream the world shall collapse
I have relapsed
In my drug soaked hallowed days.

Daydream, Daydream
Timmy can you hear me now?
Shine on, on, Shine on, on
Timmy can you hear me now?

Can you feel me any more?
It's your holiday and you are such a bore.
Stick a kite up your arse and you are still a chore.
Timmy can't you feel my fist there any more?

Daydream the life of a prepubescent child
The tactics I take are still oh so very mild.
Lay your love like I'm living in denile.

Daydream, Daydream
Timmy can you hear me now?
Shine on, on, Shine on, on
Timmy can you hear me now?
Timmy is the god forgiven son of a gun
Live your life, I'm still an unforgiven son.
Fuck you and your almost right attitude.
I'll never forgive your ineptitude.

Forgive, Forgive;
Why don't you forgive me any more?
You were a beast, you never heard me any more.
You never felt my skin, your mentality was such a chore.
Your deafness provoked such a bore.
Timmy, Timmy;
You never will live the life of love.
Timmy, Timmy;
You were my final gift from up above.

153. Timeblock

Sometimes I still wonder
Setting sail on my bedded beach and sit and ponder
Is your hair still that colour?
Do you still look like you used to in the picture?
I dreamt day and night.
Of what was once wrong and right between us.
The truth be told, we were growing so old
That at 20 it was over before our story was told.

Now I hear you now, and I love your voice.
I fell in; you had a choice.
2 children down, and so it began;
The time-block in my mind eroded like stone to sand.

Feeling lonely and if only
It was so damned cold and not too warm;
My eponymous re-début
Was a state of forlorn.
Should have never answered your call
Like a siren's victim, I were drawn to the call.
Hundred mile away heckles yell.
We ain't spoke in ages again.
I'll see you in hell.

152. Thrasher 101

The breath I've breathed shall be my last breath.
Welcome my love to sudden death.
In all honesty, I've hated you for years
No can ever save you from your own fears.

But you;
You proclaim that all is alive and well.
That includes your own fear my dear
The answer is clear.
We must work on this
The world is covered in vomit and piss.

And excrement runs wild in the streets
Tell me where is your inner peace?
Rape is all the world cares about
Won't you give me one last snout
Of that powder which we all crave?
Lord forgive me, I am but a slave.

To the world
To a girl
The mannequin I know is
All around around the world.
The hidden face
Destined to reclaim the Human race.

We resolve to fuck anything that moves
And all that that proves
Is the obliteration of mankind.
Hold my hand and bear in mind
That all I live to be
All I wish to be

Is not what we all understand.
I am but one man.
Now I realise that I'm
Full of Venom.

And I wish to say goodbye.

151. The Weight Of The World On My Shoulders

Sit under a rainbow and tell a story
This should be a tune of utter glory.
The fact of the matter is that nothing much goes
The way as was once perceived.
One day before Halloween
The bells ring clear around my head
It's one year coming for the news.
Little under a year that you wound up dead.

The weight of my world on my shoulders.
I feel like I'm getting so much older.
The fate of mankind shall never be sold.
For the silver and gold within this two bit town.

The bear that we loved has been tainted
The gains that are made are isolated.
Oral sex is in the observation of the receiver.
The lack of the matter is they are the ones deceived.
Anything to please their partner.
Their father mother, son or daughter.
All are relative in the end.
The story goes that wealth should be shared.

The weight of my world on my shoulders.
I feel like I'm getting so much older.
The fate of mankind shall never be sold.
For the silver and gold within this two bit town.

But the moral rings in eternal light;
They never know what's wrong or right.
The golden showers that were once the priority
Are now classed within the minority.

The "bitch" don't know what she become.
We've gotta hold steady.
And lead them on.
Are you ready?

150. The Same

If you wanna keep me on that leash
And breathe death famine and disease
State the mark I must stand on
Show me your diabolical plan
You hold me tight in your grasp
I just can't relax
In the void I'm in
The state I'm in is immortal Din

The Government holds us all dear
May as well live in perpetual fear
Of being a radicalised statistic
Let's all be realistic
In the brainiac lifestyle needed
To be part of the system.

You may as well buy a loaf on bread
From West Brom, Marks n Sparks or Mars.
It'll all be the same.

The mating ritual which we believe flavoursome
Shall demote us to being evangelic
To die a hundred miles from home
Is that of talking on the god-forsaken phone
Yet we stand here waiting
Deliberating
The world I'm in
Is like living in sin.

The life I live is living in sin.

We strive to self promote our own skin.

To wait and to resolve
Our own damned souls
Is that of stalling in the world
Let out that fierce growl.
Believe me when I say
We have all got to pay.
Why bother with possessions
When we're obsessed?

The Government holds us all dear
May as well live in perpetual fear
Of being a radicalised statistic
Let's all be realistic
In the brainiac lifestyle needed
To be part of the system.

You may as well buy a loaf on bread
From West Brom, Marks n Sparks or Mars.
It'll all be the same.

Underworld and underground
I've been oh so proud
To live in my own destiny
Yet I can hardly breathe
Suffocated in my own fear
I loved you my old dear.
I'm dead by accounts
My bank account is of tight amount

The Government holds us all dear
May as well live in perpetual fear
Of being a radicalised statistic
Let's all be realistic
In the brainiac lifestyle needed
To be part of the system.

You may as well buy a loaf on bread
From West Brom, Marks n Sparks or Mars.
It'll all be the same.

We try and keep going out
To enjoy the life or live without
The lifestyle for no reason
Is part of the seasons.
I've lived and lost
And I respect you, boss,
But all I hold dear
Has so far disappeared.

You know I hold the fear.

The Government holds us all dear
May as well live in perpetual fear
Of being a radicalised statistic
Let's all be realistic
In the brainiac lifestyle needed
To be part of the system.

You may as well buy a loaf on bread
From West Brom, Marks n Sparks or Mars.
It'll all be the same.

You know know I hold the fear.
To rushed every fucking tear.
To reflect upon the years.
Won't you see me again sometime my dear.

The Government holds us all dear
May as well live in perpetual fear
Of being a radicalised statistic
Let's all be realistic
In the brainiac lifestyle needed
To be part of the system.

You may as well buy a loaf on bread
From West Brom, Marks n Sparks or Mars.
It'll all be the same.

149. The Only Certain Thing Is The Past

I come down off the train
Disillusioned, afraid and out of place.
Your own city was just the same as my own
Run down, in shame and filled with various race.
The sun was blinding in my eyes
I should of known from my heart I was going to die
But your look went straight through my heart
It almost murdered me, but there was a thorn stuck my side.
Parylised and so confused
My mind was wondering was I going to be used?
Your beauty beckoned me
Like a siren to the shore.

But the dead memories now remain....
What we had could never be regained...
You have been and gone and it's oh so clear...
That what I had has truly disappeared.
We've both been lost between the sheets...
With other lovers now, our feelings aren't so deep.
Your still fragile, but I'm insane...
Your much older now, and I've regressed to a more reserved aim.

Your faced etched within my brain.
From ancient photographs observed when we were sane.
First time meeting,
Though I knew you oh so well.
We were scared and confused for what was seemingly
Forever in our short lifetime, both in puberty.
Though when I met you it was clear
This was to last - it should have been until the end.
Though we were seldom-never seen
We always wanted to believe
That I was meant for you
And you were meant for me.

But the dead memories now remain....
What we had could never be regained...
You have been and gone and it's oh so clear...
That what I had has truly disappeared.
We've both been lost between the sheets...
With other lovers now, our feelings aren't so deep.
Your still fragile, but I'm insane...
Your much older now, and I've regressed to a more reserved aim.

And come the end of time and man
My mental love will be gone like grains of sand
And I learn to live before I forget
What happened that day when we first met.
My days of living were then a certainty
My days are now counting down; til the day I cannot breathe.
And in the future of space and time
When mankind comes around a second time;
When people just forget my face
And around the time that we can not be saved
And when shooting stars burn out millions of years away
We will be back again, pure carbon in a newfound place...

We are all borderline,
Fragments of space and time...
Sealed in a past
That for many would never last.
And yet they'll never know
The reason why....

But the dead memories now remain....
What we had could never be regained...
You have been and gone and it's oh so clear...
That what I had has truly disappeared.
We've both been lost between the sheets...
With other lovers now, our feelings aren't so deep.
Your still fragile, but I'm insane...
Your much older now, and I've regressed to a more reserved aim.

148. The Freewheelin' Jew and Friends

yeah, dig it me homo
handling on the gruff of a buffalo!
Cocks on the wall and it's such a bore;
I'm staring ast a girating whore;
that knows no better than to step into me
coz if she blows my load,
her kid'll be brown like ET.
Word Life...



You never call me anymore,
You never text,
you're sleeping with other people.
What kind of relationship is this?!?!



A relationship that sleeps on my side,
B I T CH !
If I had some credit,
I'd call you a thief...
but you don't know what that mean,
fucking bitches, they have no means;
of delivering words higher than love -
as if a word defined from above...
and beyond expectations;
they delve into your deepest darkest revelations;
sitting obtuse to that of mobile ...
communication;
waiting for those lines of elevation;
I want you is all that you want me,
or some other fuckwit to say;
I HATE you Bitch,
Why the hell won't you sway that way
Yeah.



I've got a baby on the way,
2 other brats to look after and this is all I get...
you calling me a bitch.
I cook yer tea,
I do yer washin' and
I shine yer shoes.
what more do you want?



What more do I want?
I want cock in a frock!
Cock in a frock makes me sweat and scream...
More so than a shitty assed Hollo w'een!
So what the fuck if you cook and clean
And shine my shoes?
I got cigarettes, booze, and anal lube!

I'd rape yer best friend if she
looked like some fucked up burger king
But alas,
It's not to be...

Swinging from that goddam ugly tree
On a medication of Strychnine
I hate the works of Mr Clean
The Paperback writer of fucking Grimsby...

RAPE MEEEEEE
RAPE YOUUUU

Drunken mishaps shall happen in this time and place
I have ywet to find however
A race
That concurs
With such philosophy
As to that which I
Deserve a fucking mind blowing lobotomy;

Rape meeeeeeeee
Purge meeeeeeeee

Unprotected; Resurrected
Infinite; Invalid: Proximity.

Come cook my food; Iron my clothes
I'll eat and wear it all, and fuck your whoe's

Wipe my ass, why don'y you?
You got nothing bettetr to do;
If your moaning so much;
You gots time to tread yer shoes



Go meet Dizzee Jew 4 U!



You fucked your bro's hoe,
And now you're feelin' low,
She's 10 weeks gone,
And you're caught in a con,
She wants 50 quid a week
Or BANG, you're gone.



I fucked her good,
Robin' her fuckin' hood.
More than that sly fool
Had done, without breaking her box.
I kept on me sox, and it rocked.
What the fuck is a con, man?
In 5 weeks more
The con shall be hers,
Whilst her kid is riding in a mother fucking
pimped out herse.
POP POP, the kid shall be no more.
The childs mother is less than a fucking
Glorios bitched out fucking
Trampy sketting whore.

Who else here;
Wanna take a walk on the wild side?

Long arm of the law;
We all gotta slide
Down that steep hallowed
Proverbial track.
Lest you forget brother;
I gots yer back.

147. The End Of The World

The valley of the demons
Are a harsh, harsh fit.
I've taken my time
Putting up with this shit.
The hole in my heart is what
Needs to be fixed.
They say that I can cure it
If I can bite the bullet.

And all I can ask
Is can you steal my soul?
It'll take so long till
I can reach my goal.

The devil in me and I'll
Claim the life
Of those that I know
The sky is so dark and
The snow is so damned cold.
Yet we walk on till the
The end of the world.

And all I can ask
Is can you steal my soul?
It'll take so long till
I can reach my goal.
To claim the heart
Of those that I love
In this sweet melody.
It's surely serenity from above.

From Above.

The red mist rises and I
Partake to my own devices.
To live
And not to breathe.
Is to die
In chastity.

For the hole in my heart
Leads me back to the start.

My mother taught me so well.
Yet I'm so young and unable.
I'm yet to tell
The difference between right and wrong.
The day claims another son.

What is not certain only
Leads to the web of deceit
Of which I've tangled.
Life is all of the above
Which through dreams
I have mangled.

The devil in me and I'll
Claim the life
Of those that I know
The sky is so dark and
The snow is so damned cold.
Yet we walk on till the
The end of the world.

The thoughts of whom I love
Are at the foot of infinity.
Breathe out, breathe in.
Just breathe.
Relax those feelings within
Where the river runs deep.

Take the time to descend
Upon the gloaming in my own life.
I don't need no battered wife.
I'll cope with my mid life strife.

From Above.

The red mist rises and I
Partake to my own devices.
To live
And not to breathe.
Is to die
In chastity.

The devil in me and I'll
Claim the life
Of those that I know
The sky is so dark and
The snow is so damned cold.
Yet we walk on till the
The end of the world.

146. The Cats

I wanna pack my bags and
Live in rags;
Sunny side up.

I wanna Tie die shirt and
Feel all hurt;
Drinking from a paper cup.

I want you to lay down now
Spread for show;
and give me all you can.

But when I feel down there
I gots to care;
When I finds out your a man!

Ohhh and tell me the truth
Why don't you be gruff
And get business
democratically?
And why can't you
Sit sniffing glue
Like the cats
in LA?

Dancing with sharks
round industrial parks
When it's dark.

Singing with your
arm in a sling
shattering my pelvic floor.

And being alone
with a mobile phone
Is all great when your drunk.

But when no ones there
and your stone cold sober.
You can almost smell your own spunk.

145. Taster

I don't know what I wanna do
The trouble I feel
My Love
Is you.

I'll stand and bank
All my wanks
Yet you can't even
Get half pregnant.

The love we had
Was half shared
I'm just glad
I was prepared

I'll stand and bank
All my wanks
Yet you can't even
Get half pregnant.

Condoms on the floor
You absorb
The Turkey Baster.
Why do you not
Take a taster?

144. Synopsis Of The Fallen

Just before 36 seconds:

Save skina cat
Save skina goat
Save skina whale
Is all I ever wanted

Dancing in the dark
Swim with shark
Try to catch lark
Is all I ever wanted

Trapped in the heat
of the sweet land yeah

King for a day
Go ahead and pray
Your son isn't gay
Is all you ever hoped for

Jewish incomplete
Edge of the seat
trying to draw a beat
mania i never asked for

Please, Where's your
Holy father now?

Scratching of the rat
inward like a bat
overwriting data
Synopsis of the fallen

Crawling in the heat
mid suburban beat
trying not to cheat
the story of mans life

143. Swine Flu

My inspiration
Can't nothing sleep
My mind is a lunatic
Dreaming for one last pill
My Demons have a face of skill

Dancing round the immortal coil
Head coated in a chestnut foil
Random excitement reigns
Coming up like a toupe flame

My days,
Can't we all breathe
Mexican rashers
On a subway train
Can we all suffer like a butchered pig?

142. Svengali

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Mr Svengali your a star
Yeah yeah yeah

And yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Mr Svengali
Your a lord
Yeah yeah yeah

For the sake of innocence
Falls into magnificence
And your a star;
Yeah yeah yeah.

I said a hey, hey,
Mr Svengali your a star,
Yeah Yeah Yeah.

The state of the world
Turns a pauper 'to a whore
Yeah Yeah Yeah.

For the grasp of what may be
Turns into a symphony
And the like of what you may see

Is the likeness of
What may be

I said a hey, hey
Mr Svengali
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah....

141. Sulpher

Live the world like a fucked up mess
Blame your world on strife and stress
Nicotine abortion is the bane on life
Blame it all on work and stress

Blame it all on what is oh so real
Like absolute sulpher.

And I breathe what is true
No please don't run,
No don'nt run way.
We are all living in sulpher.

Breathe - Breathe what we all but believe
Stay and stand still for what is free!
Be a human for the realism is free
I don't breathe in the sulpher.

Don't stand for what you believe
For everybody is free
Stand and you will see
That every human breathes in sulpher.

140. Sue

The light it came to pass and so
The sunlight shone through like rays of gold
Through grey and moody clouds I saw
The picture of my love, so pure and bold.
And so it came to pass, my love
We both know I'm not the only one.
To wear my heart on my sleeve and proclaim
That I for loving you am sane.

Oh my love, how your eyes shined so bright
Now you know that I would run on through the night
To meet with you; Our paths have crossed more than twice
And to every man; you are a pure unrivalled delight.

The skies all turned to rain when you
Turned around and said the truth
There was a man in your life.
I cried as you could only explain in vein.
We both talked all night
But as darkness became sunlight
A new dawn came to me,
I found that you had died that night.

Oh now I know, why I never got a reply.
Now you know that I am the one who died that night.
To meet with you; Our paths will have to cross again.
In another time and place; I'm just worried that it won't be the same.

And now you know that the love shines like sun on velvet snow
though to me you'll never see; what I have been.
What I've became.
I'll carry on searching until my fate is the same.

139. Stroll on

Looking through my
Tangerine memories
Are full headed people
With little glass eyes.

I drift away so incredibly slowly
I wonder why I'm so sky high.

I'm not dead though
I plan on dying
Not so soon
As originally thought.

I lull away the hours with moonshine
The days keep on drifting on by.

Dancing old ladies with silverous tongues
My life wraps around me all snug in a shroud.
The pecans awake me in daydremant fondness.
The life I once led wasso full on with sadness.

Sardines awake to the sound of the bell.
The life of previous was incredulous hell.

Hold me so softly
Never don't doff me
All the men working
Down in the well.

I have lived not once
But now Thrice
You will be lucky to
Only think twice.

Open your mind to both thoughts and compassion
You'll be shot down in my own time and fashion.

You live to awake me.
Cherish don't shake me.
I love you,
Now please don't awake my own soul.

Coz it's all gone.
As soon as the sun.

The new life rises
Full on surprises
I see now clearly
Of who I hold dearly.

Oh stroll on...
Stroll on......

138. Stay there

I don't know where to go.
When I walk around
Their sun should go down
And stay there.

I don't know where to go.
When I go into the club.
Cherub should go down
And she should stay there.
Stay there.

I'm an enigma of the obscure.
Where I am now, I'm not so sure.
When I get home
And I'm unwound,
I'll stay there.

The dances in the night surprise.
Wave goodbye to your alibis.
When she finds out
She'll stay there.

With her family and those that regard
Her serenity in a wholesome sound.
Yeah she can't trust you no more.
She'll stay there.
Stay there.

I'm an enigma of the obscure.
Where I am now, I'm not so sure.
When I get home
And I'm unwound,
I'll stay there.

Waking up on the next morning.
Last night wasn't really like this morning.
It was a change in the life
An eradication of the strife.
You'll stay there.

She wakes up too, smelling of her perfume
That she put on just for you.
She waited in all night.
In candle light.
She didn't stay there.

Yeeeeeeah
She didn't stay there.

137. Start Anew

I feel, I feel almost whole.
Like a Travelling Wilbury
On that path, found my soul
Dreaming the days away in absinthe walls
You dare thought that I was sold?
No save face and run away
Turn those blue sky's to grey
Don't look forward
Look back to another day
When the times were ours, and not the government's brigade.

So don't save it for another day
Crack it open and drink with me
To the good times and the bad.
Anew we start, it's strange on my head.
Like never ventured apart;
Yet so much can change
I've lived my life draconian
You have just stayed the same.

The ink in the well ran dry when the demons faded
And yet the images combined have never faltered
To be young was to be me.
To be old is as to life as I am to melancholy.
A wee drag of the olde stuff
Takes it's toll on us like chlorophorm
Died long ago, yet still alive; still norm.
Brave face aside, you stole my pride...
Lost in the garbage-river with my smile
Cats call on me to pounce.
We all know
We don't stand a chance.

Call us in, throw us out
My dream dies as last orders
Is called for the day.
To start anew.
That's the way.

136. Songs of Praise

I lost my heart in Weston Super Mare
18 months ago today
I knew she didn't care.
She was the sister of my best friend.
It was a god almighty unsightly mess.
My missus was with me for the whole weekend.
I was gagging on Jack and Maria with a dash
Of a coke-topped head...

She spoke to me a few times throughout the days
We woke up early and had a brief chat
She made my tea of a morning
And that was that.
I was in her room the one time
Looking at the photos that she had.
The look of the men she knew
Made me feel so distraught.

Shine on
Lovely woman.
The world is
Your own Hymen...
I'll sing hymns of it
Which shall never be phasing
Never repeated on Songs of Praise

And I imagined that she winked at me
That one morning.
A few minutes later;
She was gone off to work
At a hair salon.

I felt that things might change
She left me with no hope as to what may happen.
And things did change for me.
For the worse.
I found that a fella I was working with
Had had his own way with her.
Tragedy.
Ground into the dirt.

His mortar in her pestle
Grinding away
To hold onto that thought
For another day.
And the days go by like a haze
Dreaming of the days
That I'll see here again
But it's never to be.

Shine on
Lovely woman.
The world is
Your own Hymen...
I'll sing hymns of it
Which shall never be phasing
Never repeated on Songs of Praise

135. Songs I like (Playlist)

Neil Young - Keep on Rockin' in The Free World
Manics - If You Tolerate This, Then You're Children Will be Next
Doves - Pounding
Oasis - Stay Young
I Am Kloot - Hong Kong Lullaby
Manics - Ocean Spray
Supergrass - Richard III

134. Smoker

My First is the first of a sound of a snake...
My Second is in Me, but not in a Tree...
My Third is the First in the Orange County...
My Fourth could be the last name of a British comedian...
My Fifth is found in a squeak.
My Sixth (and final), Can be Black Country or Pirate...

133. Sin

I believe in the way of the world.
We all depend on the way that man
Withholds the truce
Without abuse of the minors.

To stare down the wishing well
Of Heaven and Hell
We never can tell
Without being there ourselves.

The lord rose from the clouds
And raised his arms.
This is the way that we shall be
Said the mighty ghost.

Man should have been better
Said the lord to his flock.
The world shall hold on
And not run amok.

The world shall be the eternal
Constant
And not give in.
Not give in.

The whistles of the man shall not be ignored
says the flock to his lord.
The God shall crumble
Upon mighty sin.







Ich glaube an die Weise der Welt.
Alle wir hängen von der Weise ab,
die bemannen Witholds der Waffenstillstand
Ohne Missbrauch der Minderjährigen.

Zu unten anstarren der wünschenbrunnen
Vom Himmel und von der Hölle Wir können nie sagen
Ohne dort zu sein selbst.
Der Lord stieg von den Wolken Und angehoben seinen Armen.

Dieses ist die Weise,
die wir sind Besagt der mächtige Geist.
Mann sollte besser gewesen sein Besagt der Lord zu seiner Menge.
Die Welt hält an Und nicht Durchlauf amok.

Die Welt ist das ewige Konstant Und nicht nachgeben.
Nicht nachgeben.
Die Pfeifen des Mannes werden nicht sagt die Menge zu seinem Lord ignoriert.
Der Gott zerbröckelt Nach mächtiger Sünde.

132. Sibling Love

I will stay to the ends of the world with you
When you think of him
You know I'll be there and wrap round you like glue.
The stages of mourning
Are the most traverse feelings a person can gain.
So stop them tears pouring.

The stains on your coat won't hold my love back
And when you've had enough
I'll slip back into the void that is my own black.
You know that I am yours
And the world shall preserve us both.
The bond we have is that of sibling love.

131. Sharp is still a blade

If we are not healthy
Why do we live?
The word defines guilt
We suffer with it.
Mental asfixiation
Like death from above
The man who kills us
Covered in love


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But something sharp is still a blade
Words cut deepest I hasten to say
That I'm afraid my life is frayed
The words of the government
are corruptively spread so thin
we live our lives all the time
To no real reason
We're damned from the start.
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If man is so wealthy
Why are we poor?
The morals defied
The good and the whores
Who sell themselves
Like dogs in a car
Scratching for salvation...
Drunk at a cheap Bar.


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But something sharp is still a blade
Words cut deepest I hasten to say
That I'm afraid my life is frayed
The words of the government
are corruptively spread so thin
we live our lives all the time
To no real reason
We're damned from the start.
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