You are so alone in Kensington Palace. We should be content in these damp terraces. Thank you for this view from our council estates. I hope you have really guillotined your own head.
Everything is, everything was. Torn between what still makes us carry on. Everything is, everything was. Torn between what still makes us carry on. Everything can mean whatever.
We use ourselves like politicians. For all the money and indecision. Indecision, indecision. . Feels like there's no escape. Except through my hate. Second hand germ warfare.
So much fun to be had in my head. No more sunshine. So much fun just lying in my bed. No more sunshine. I can't face the sunlight and the dirt outside.
I don't know if I'm tired and I don't know if I'm ill. My cheeks are turning yellow. I think I'll take another pill. . Praying for the wave to come now.
Put some lipstick on. At least your lies will be pretty. A shadow on my face. And us donkeys wake up weary. . Sweating and sickly. Donkeys don't allow their tears.
I'm losing all my innocence. Door to the river. I know I've stopped making much sense. Door to the river. I think I'll leave and I'll take some rest. Door to the river.
Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals. colour my hair but the dye grows out. i can't seem to stay a fixed ideal. Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene.
Sovereign fingers scrape our lives until we are bought. Screaming comatose with blackboard chalk. Siphoned minds suck a wallet full of love. Spitting out a language I don't wanna talk.
Bill and Ted and Waynes World drawl. Just another dull fucking bore. Vietnams cool now and even Superman's believed. Hussein in power as the media war retreats.
Paralysis through analysis. Yellow moral unclean decay. Silence begins to help me now. The sunshine it fades away. Symbols have now disappeared. How could this happen to me?.
She's so passive but she's looking good. He's so passive but he's looking good. They are together but really they're apart. They are together but do not belong, but do not belong.
Dead martyrs, all stigmartyrs. Dead heroes, for fear of zeroes. Dead martyrs always take it further. Dead heroes know no fear. . Living for some happiness.
So mighty, so hegemonic, so hating, so desecrating. So there, so nowhere, so hurting. We fall between indifference rejection. And the whole fucking wall, we fall.
Always feeling torn and slow. Love song cull destroy poem. Misery and trauma making love. Best go shoot the fucking doves. . The past is so beautiful.
Need someone to nurse me. Reach out for the first person I see. Comforts the helpless sole vanity. Caressing the broken heart of me. . The difference between love and comfort.
I close my eyes and then I count to ten. Shake some hands and then I feel ashamed. I'm in control but I am out of time. I've lost the need for any desire, any desire.
If the love between us. Has faded away. Left in the rain. Scratching at the stains. . The paralysed future. The past sideways crawl. I must give up on this.
We build buildings for the dead. We build restrooms for the sick. We build up walls for everything. We make a wall for the sake of it. . And buildings for the people.
Get some pain and I feel alive. (Born to end). Close my eyes overdose on hell. (Born to end). . Get run over by no direction. (Born to end). Breathing dead and I'm born to end.