We're Sustained By The Corpse Of A Fallen Constellation

Fallow fields have fallen, sallow, sallow. Victim to encryption, disclosing an unspoken plea.. And the stars sang of the scorpion sun. to impale impaling impaled who for mercy begged for drought and blight..

With Progress Consequence

With our minds we design. Stamp our mark in passing time. Never weighing out the price. Of our selfish deadly pride. . Foolish fascination. Advance in decadence.

Wet Cement

We went up to the buliding site/saw the building and the concrete piles/and. watched them all working/building muscles and no-one smiled/we stood there and.

Wotton

Wormpaste

Snap our heads back like a baby bird. It is time to be fed with sand again. We will plunge our bodies upon the dirt. And let the Earth eat through our pores.

White Trash Headache

Pull back the hammer. and throw it at me like I was your best friend. For a bulls-eye I'll shut my eyes for you.

Where The Hive Hangs

Engineers of the dead. Architects of destiny. A dying grace, a gift. Our lives are saved by our own incoherence. Tissues fabricated; produced by multimedia.

We Wear The Gimp Mask

At the peak of evolution's tower we perch. and glare downward toward the understrappers below. Unable to see all the way to the bottom. Unable to care even if we could.

Www Dot

With a W and a W and a W dot. With a W and a W and a W dot. With a W and a W and a W dot. . Ooh, Mr. Murdoch can I show you around?. A new religion, no beat no rhythm.

Whispers In Vain

We must be strong. We carry on. Never alone. Our wrath has grown. Were all for one. The time has come. To save our souls. No one will ever know. . You see it happen all the time.

Wormkind

Creation, not so much out of the blue as. Once upon a time there was a pile of brown. And out of that brown grew pips and seeds. And worms crawled from out of that brown.

World Turned Upside Down

Through eating too much supper before I went to bed. Strange thoughts came on my slumber, strange thoughts came in my head. This world seemed topsy-turvey and people of reknown.

Watching In Silence

Don't know why I feel. This way every night. Somehow lost my way. On this timeless flight All these feelings I keep locked up inside. . I've pulled and twisted all those strings.

Without Reason Or Rhyme [the Killing Of Harry Stanley]

I wish, I wish, but it's all in vain. . {It is a great thing that we have an. Unarmed police force in this country. It is perhaps an even greater thing that.

Walls

I turn away. There's nothing to see here. Only a distant memory. Of how things really were. Supposed to be. And life moves on. Ever so quickly. I see my past it flashes by.

Why Can't We Sing About Something Nice?

(cut up vocals). Why can't we sing about something nice?. Because it's only in exposing the shit. That we appreciate the passion. In order to find out what's nice.

Why Are We Still In Ireland?

Our settlers calling our kingdom great. Our banners raised on high. Baptized with the tide of history. That won't lie down and die. Words from our own good book to help us get by.

Whilst Stocks Last

It's the old stock car thing. Crash! smash! crash! ring!. Round the track and round again. Crash! smash! crash! ring!. Revving, coughing, stutt-stutt-stuttering.

Where Did The Chinaman Go?

Where did the chinaman go?. Where did the chinaman go?. Bowled out of favor when the paceman move in. As pitches got faster with no turn or spin. "Bowl faster, bowl at him, bowl bodyline.

When I'm Bad

They try in vain our minds to chain. . Im up in the stars. Looking down at the gutter. When Im good, Im very good. But when Im bad, Im better!. . Oh barman, fill this glass again.