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cold is the breathing gap that lies between the mind and soul a vacuous expanse that knows not why I am feeling low although the pain I feel is obvious in origin cant feel the need to open out when I cant open in all these people watching me their eyes fixated now as if I let them into my void then they could watch it grow just like a dose a sudden trip the ache has come I see it smile say 'take me in' its cold because Im so numb girls not boys on top for now the rules have changed but everyone says they relate they say that they have felt the same but thats no comfort until the pain has gone I feel it slowly burn inside i feel the aching hum did it hurt to draw my blood so far from the vein? I'll kiss it better for you tonight-apologies again from me and back to you, do you know the game? It's one invented by myself, im losing all the same
you dont owe me at all? you, i really hate the way you breathe the very same clean oxygen as me, i really cant believe i'm sharing life with someone like you don't think that i wanna see your face and put myself thru all of that disgrace your face makes me feel sick inside when i cant sleep it's on account of you and i hope when you cant breathe it's on account of me you, i really hate the way you walk, act and speak and think the way you talk, i really despise every little movement that you make dont think that i ever could be fooled into thinking that you are someone who could ever be something other than dirt you dont owe me anything? you think? you know? you're wrong.
Political asylum an excuse for stealing planes? As 17 Iraqis fight to clear their names another pardon to escape the genocide as justice like this is passed the logic in me dies another mistaken conviction in the news as piss poor journalists entitle them 'the two' not to suggest the nations authorities are dumb is it not shocking that backhanders are upfront? Politically retarded our great nation to a tee over-infatuated with their pre paid property brown envelopes exchanging that's all fucking lies to me but who's to blame? a minister is shamed in these most scandalous times but our great leader asks his 'good friend' to resign a weekly trouncing of MPs - an overview that I agree with fully, 'Have I Got News For You?' name dropping is not fair cos you might leave someone out and they all deserve shaming for stealing tabloid pages from topless/desperate (delete as appropriate) models that Bubba the trucker would gladly see
i was bemused when i was asked my name it was requested by one short french maid will you be there for me will you return immediately i said i might return. And you dont appreciate your worth, these tattered charcoal scribblings dont justify her this might sound cliched but i need to get this out cos you wont ever understand how much i need you around and i was not ready for this she turned she smiled at me she seemed to be in wedded bliss with the idea of becoming tomorrow's amore, but i was not ready for forever but it had begun And this is, to my knowledge the way i feel and this is the way i've elected to feel
i want this message to ring home like a detonation in your head you forced yourself into being them you chose not to lead the crowd instead i used to look up to the way attention clung to you the air you used to lead with every day, but now i only pity you, clone you got so undefined what happened to your mind they fucked with all you know you follow like a child what happened to your mind did that leave with your soul? how could you turn into a probe though labels may be right, you've simply sold away your soul a simon says game day and night I used to look up to the way attention clung to you the air you used to lead with every day but not I only pity you, clone lives sold minds blown lost own style's gone clone I dot want to know you, cant you see how they own you? right now I hope you feel despised
that twisted smile he fakes hides just how much he aches his pride is hurt and now his life he has to rearrange this girl's original plot to defeat us all will bring each one of us down to our knees before the dawn she's sickly like sugar the chocolately texture of her skin is so pure you'd think it's manufactured and as for that sweet smile it will fill your head for some time until you realise youve been fooled by a rude chocolate girl if you're to keep from harm your defences must be strong and when those long eyelashes flicker she is far from done because when you wake alone to find all your money gone you will finally realise the shallow fool you have become
cancel my provisions, start stifling the feed inform the individuals rations are divided by greed individualism is not an answer or the key to halting mass production of packaged anti-liberty(Tm) Produce documentation to rival what is written here this stilted introduction features not one reference to me its not a difficult choice between death or democracy learn to answer only that which concerns policy can i ever make up for what i view as lost or is it something i must sacrifice for a humble heart i tried to change my beliefs, convert them one by one I never realised how uniformed my mind had got i feel so sterile and insecure my mind is uniformed sorry for seeming bored but stimulation of the mind is just ignored when apathetic fools dictate to me their rules 'sit back and don't engage' for fear of having thoughts But i don't know me now and i suppose i frown on what some try to impose on those who once were proud I'll never let my feelings let me down I'll never let oppression get me down
a dog came in the kitchen he stole a crust of bread then cook upped with a ladle and beat till he was dead to rise up from the kitchen would be death to sanity all these implements, various cutlery then all the dogs came running, and dug the dog a tomb And wrote upon the tombstone for eyes of dogs to come this dog came in the kitchen and stole a loaf of bread, the cook upped with a ladle and beat this dog to death.
there was no trace of blood at all no stains would ever be found the lasting imagery was all in the ground for that's where all the limbs when severed did indeed fall down the markings in the earth are scattered like the wounds the only metaphor which conveys the natural deficit created by these carcass producing machines; is that of the mighty oak turned right inside out, nature defied while hope is smothered in barbed wire Can you feel me breathe, am I still breathing I can no longer feel, blood is all I see its thicker than the mud that is seeping into these wounds that are made by broken shards of glass seems everything is in its place, when everything is backwards it might sound cliched but that is the way i see it and though we are lookin back on times that passed and more hope's present, if youre confident we can beat terror you're not like me twisting, ripping...
a fallen victim to expectations afraid it's all the same, there's nothing novel, there's nothing different only the time has changed a fallen victim to expectations it's time to make your way and brace yourself against the knowledge there's nothing new to hate i am not one to be shamed however beaten wont betray at all even cynics can be slaves to a pill the fallen victims of terra firma afraid that nothings changed a decade less or a decade longer the drugs wont help you age if your experience provides the knowledge there'll be a brand new day then brace yourself against the shock that you might not make the grade
she was the new girl the school embraced her with their charms but they would not have if they knew all the facts of her chequered past although they knew she had many 'problems' they were sure that they had learn to deal with everything when they were on their course, but when she cried, there was no moisture beneath those cold grey eyes and when she cried there was no consoling dandelion but when the children became more violent in their taunts, dandy showed them just what 'certain social issues' she'd got it was the parents, who very first said she should leave but they could never withstand the torrents of abuse like she did for when she cried, there was no moisture beneath those pale grey eyes, and when she cried there was no sound made by the small weeping child and when she smiled, they could not see it and thought that she was crying when she cried, there was no consoling dandelion. when she cried, she often considered her own suicide, and so she cried when she realised she couldn't lift the knife.
wake up and stake your claim to it all make sure you include everything when you are selectively controlling all you see i am not qualified to judge you but may i suggest a couple of things there is no need to exorcise your demons for all the shit they bring See sir, you know you must make sure, that you are not broken, wouldn't you notice at all? Trust is a serious issue for the people who lie more than they smile, maybe to ensure you dont rile them learn not to pry.
having the courage to amplify my thoughts to the masses, both of you, or just the one i'm going nowhere but i hope that where i'm standing moves gradually towards that milk/honey state of youth it falls on deaf ears my plans to hit stony ground i dont think it's hopeless cos one day you'll come round to my way of thinking which leaves no room for those who don't give a fuck for what i know they stand to lose i'm less than them i cannot bring myself to tell my friends of my considerations of death my innermost confessions must be let be my friends i always mention but do they ever mention me? my innermost confessions why'd i write this in a major key?
we are told if you get paid you sell out even if it's to get laid stand down kill the kings or MOR will rule again I can say that money's not everything living my existence on half a shoestring kill the kings cos none likes to spend Cos if you're not too sure just what the fuck is MOR as soon as you find out, will you act as before you wont change the whole world in a day a few rude words on live tv aint that great kill the kings cos noone likes pretence before you were famous you used to sit around in yesterday's clothes your views weren't part of your image conscience but we all know they are now
I see you come around forcing your face at me although I know its wrong I never disagree I always state my feelings with all their fucked up meanings youre always engineering everything I say You're so wrong when you decipher what it means you are nothing but everything to me i can't underestimate your feelings youre so wrong Still you go change my thoughts I am what you say to be the one that you control is a fucked up fantasy but now my silence broken situation open I hate the way you take me exactly how you want youre so wrong I dont like you but I dont have to I simply let you assume it all, is it time to tell you, you don't have any influence at all I dont give a fuck now cos you bleed me of everything
the photograph will come to life not stuck in the frame so tightly where you have no shape you have no form dimensions - 2 no flesh to hold your picture seems full in my mind your complete figure set in design as I reach out although it seems that your flesh I'll only touch in dreams the photograph seems real to me just like the flesh I know I'll feel when your perfect image comes to life on the 19th to rise up from the station youre at you will need real limbs only coming from the fact youre complete when I can sense that you are real beneath which your blood flows so freely when I reach out I know I'll find your skin there skin bare holding on just In case if I let go when I look up I wont see your face there my tender lament
scabby genitals, soiled pants, glass eyes, vomit, illegal hair. Sensuous 16 - frisky as ever with veins to play with - always there something is always that something jerked backwards. Paris in the spring - too many fountains. Is this fairground infecting me? We all hate anaemic students.They just have to be so different - they are the real teenage mutants. Bottles of piss are warm with pride. My cupboards seem so empty inside so suck a branch and drink a shoe and roll up fags until 5 to. Lick the cable that has been dipped, baptised in mint choc chip ice cream fuck want to see your fucking neapolitan glow. What do you want from us? It cant be Van Gogh's sun, because that's too big and round to ask for all at once why do you call us then? If It's not portrait's man? Is it because you have got the nip-nip down below?
All songs �2002 of Thom Parsley and Charling
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