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Mascara scars in an ivory tower, her delicate eyes are like flowers 
that survive through the showers, her darkest of hours.
we see ourselves through the eyes of cowards
the scent lingers, Hybernating behind her ten fingers. 
She's less injured and covers her  face of disappointment,  
dismayed and avoiding maternal rage and the poison. 
Never called her chosen name,  lonely flame ignore the pain
 knows she's no the same as 
Reach for what you wont obtain,  
stay where you are motionless,
 or take the leap of faith and go for it. 

the facts are futile, the truth is nuclear.  
The rain clouds do smile as they gather too near.
 Rainbows have all colour drained from them, she didn't want them
replaced  summer in a brave autumn. 
 the child with the hidden talent. Never apparent,  painting with a different pallet
living imbalanced convinced in her challenge, 
  the rhythm of beauty forever quells her fear  
 dancing to the music nobody else can hear,
Nobody knows what they need til they get it, 
hope overloads the fear but they're seperate, 
holding the focus of peers to be desperate,
 forget that we said it we're meant to regret it. 
We were meant to be tested.
 memories message is possessed and aggressive
extending pretentious strength in defensive
 senseless trenches.  she's festering nervous
Hence the consensus The stray dogs bark in the moonlight,
hemorrhage intensive pathos up for the good fight
who's wrong who's right? lose all thru sight.
 It don't really matter!
she glides through nights with a ghostly macabre
hope  is  a ladder …...missing the essential steps, 
alone in as we gather torrential debts, The bruises under the perfect dress,

 Passion pacing in the darkest basement
 in a corridor  of infinite accusations.   
 examinations were masquerading, while dirty eyes salivating. 
Congratulations are happy waiting in the wings of imagination, 
while the walls of yer mind are abstract paintings, 
coming to life with palpitations.

Allegations - might settle where the dust is, 
in viscous circus living thinking fuck this,
 the crux is it's much of a muchness.
 she wrestles the toughest justice,   
You cant help who you fall in  love with.
 under the surface yer purpose is loveless,
examine fate. punctures the numbness.
All the songs play silently.  
 her morbid thoughts can hibernate
bombs go off in the library
,stormy warnings of irony,
she does the The Waltz of Modern Psychiatry.


The Waltz Of Modern Psychiatry

They Made A Porno On A Mobile Phone & Everybody Laughed feat. Marc Rooney (Pronto Mama)

Take from upcoming EP, The Tree That Never Grew.

EP Launch. 23rd October. Oran Mor, Glasgow

Hector Bizerk

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