Can't fight this
Never 
There's no point to 
Discover
It's a pit that
We all spit in
Spitting image 
Of no conviction

You won't match up
To this demon
There's a big chance 
You'll be eaten 
It's a raw deal 
But you'll survive 
The big picture
At least you won't die

I've been wondering
Where do you go
When you sleep
Your eyes shut tight

I see them move 
You shifty eyeballs flutter 
Do they absorb the thoughts
You hate 

Both cutting
The darkness
I'm watching
Your faithful spectator 

Sky's been thundering
You don't move a twitch
You aren't there at all 

I see that move 
Your butterfly spasm
It cuts me off from 
My sleeping pattern

F. Spec

She 
Knocks me off my axis 
I'm so out of practice 

I can see
The summer 
Painted street

You look like sun
And rock me like the sea

She 
Knocks me off my balance 
That smile has me enamoured

I can see 
The winter 
Of my youth 

I hope you stay 
With me and grow
Old in the tooth.

Axis

Intro

Pivot III

Pivot II

Intro/Pivot IV

 know you 
from somewhere
Your atoms 
Attract me  
My hair stands 
on it’s edges
Your phantom 
is closing in 

I am a serpent, 
I writhe within you 
My actions conduct 
your every sinew 
in my 
Electric grid 
You’re ripe for the take 
Maybe your betterness 
Will 
make me 
make me break 

We all came from nowhere 
Well that’s what I’m told 
It’s scripture for some of us
And to some bullshit that’s sold 

Sinew

You position yourself 
In a monolithic 
corporate box 

You deliver yourself 
Into the hands of 
Our black rock 

Wrap your depressed hands 
Round your own throat
You kill yourself for them 
And no-one knows

 You do it for them 
Leap from your own fate 
Just ignore them 
Creep away from your due date 

You dissect yourself 
On a altar of 
hopeless disgrace 

You de-liver yourself 
So they can eat 
you off your own face 


Position

First hosted my fat night 
The black lamp streets depart 
I’m now lost in an endless loop
With desperation and my knife 

Bipolar rising 
I’m borderline 
My formless terrors 
Swallow all my fight 

Glint of yellow cats eyes 
I’m in the car with no new plan
My left at 10 and my right at 2
I’m stuck with something new 

Bipolar rising 
I’m borderline 
My formless terrors 
Swallow all my fight 

I want the same old void 
It’ll keep me pulling out 
I don’t need an escape hatch 
Just spiral me back down

Biri

Aside from the odds 
What are my chances 
Am I even
Halfway there 

It’s way too soon 
I haven’t begun counting 
The notches on my headroom

It’s eight 
It’s one 
It’s whatever I say 
I make 
It up
These days
They blend like 
water and oil

Back when we were kids 
A lack of friends does something 
To someone who knows 
That they feel different 

I’m way too old 
To feel disenchanted 
But soon I’ll know 
The ghost advantage 


Notches (draft)

My iron circle 
A pinch of salt 
The way you bind me 
I think I know

Dropped aways from here
I’m a wandering name
My eyes go to and from
Without a hint of (shame)

So it goes back again
This manic roundabout
I make this sign with my hands
We look like a loop

I’m speaking as a spy 
Above my pay grade 
I see the whistling bushes 
They feature many faces 

When I am poured out 
I look like syrup
I’m unlike normal people 
The way I drink, backwards in 

Eight

Speared, I'm stuck
On your potential 

Why do, you fish with
Such violence 

You're on a killing spree 
You doused me in the mud 
The world was not made for you
But you think it should 
Cast out of my birthing sea
I fell with a thud
You leave me hooked on your bait
And drink your victims world

Feared, I'm bare
The lights have snuffed dark 

The where, of myself
Escapes me in the black

Thud

Fits you 
Like gloves 
On hands 
Not meant 
For fingers 

Kiss flat 
This edge 
He’ll keep you 
In the 

seconds winding 
That’s what I found 
When I look around 
hell keeps, grinding
That what I feel 
In this flame 

Hits you 
and hurts 
With fists 
not meant 
For punches

Stay flat 
This bed 
He’ll cut you 
In the

Fits

Did I make it into your song 
I think you wrote me out 
Just typical erasure 
On someone you loved

I fucking knew it 
I fucking knew it all along 
It makes no difference, whether 
You believe it in your head 
There’s such thing as right and wrong 

I was once found in your book
From pages twelve to Now 
But you became intoxicated 
From you twinkling crown 

I fucking knew it 
I fucking knew it all along 
It makes no difference, whether 
You believe it in your head 
There’s such thing as right and wrong 

There will be a fledgling day 
When you’ll come back again 
But I won’t know you anymore 
Cause I’ve been written by a different pen 

Knew It

In my first background 
I paint like a pillhead 
No remorse for colour 
Just a touch of itching 

My skin prickles too much 
Lightning comes from under 
I beg any listener 
To come end my hunger

Hanging, on the fire 
Ants wrestle in me 
I am deeply tired 
I beg untie me 

On my second background 
I paint like a hydrant 
Piss my paint up the wall
I’m now reliant 

Your drug coats my brainwaves
I drown in your rumble 
Undress my entire
Conscious mind of tangles

HAII

There within the sand  
Is a creeping cell I lost 
I kept it in a timepiece which 
remains a mystery watch

My miniature apartment 
Here I pay to make my grave 
It’s my bed, where I lay my head 
And count the days that I’ve been awake 

I’ve been idling on my desert island 
I’ve made a rope to pull me ashore 
It’s made of dirty magazines from yard based sellers
And the sweat from which rolls my every pore 

Placed between your hands 
Like a sandwich made of skin 
I find a reason not to hang up 
My spurs and roll on back home 

You hurt me in the mail 
That letter hit me hard 
I’m not a cowboy, just a silly little thing 
Dressed up roaming my own halls 

Idling

Boast ya job description 
You’re on salaried time 
Just a slave with no depiction 
Of historic crime 

I piece it back together 
Torn from several days
Diagrams of friction
Renamed the very same 

Name the trait 
That makes you different 
Suit that’s black 
And red with blood 
Blame the lame 
It makes you holy
Hanging on a thread 
that sells the dead

Toast to your new fiction
Jerk your catalogue 
These moments tamed
And grey with free handless job

Your thoughts a filter 
Graded fine as man
Makes your a head a dense old place 
Filled with sand


It’s what gives me 
The crime of 
Feeling something 
Tattooed under 

My sad selective 
I’m half collected 
I trade my self like trading cards
Or antique cars 

It’s not what 
I feel 
It’s what I won’t 
In a manner 
Of speaking 
Don’t 

Pissed off with me 
Lifeless reasons 
Feeding nothing 
Fractured under 

My bad reflective 
I’m sold without it 
I betray myself like biscuit jars
And sticky fingers 

Don't

I’m a dopey machiner
Never made not one bot 
When the coffee is pouring 
My sweat is too hot 

When I drop, I fret 
When I swat at flies 
It’s like I’m taking a million
Miles 
to just kill this little pest 

Oh misery guts 
I’m not a model 
Just a fake email 
Spamming the food chain 
Slight as a paper plane 
I contain endless lacks
I don’t respond to phone calls 
Just fax 

Just an open container 
I’m pooling, pooling out 
With the doubt of an alcoholic 
I drown in my own mouth 

When I still, these wrists 
When I decompose 
It’s like I’m taking a billion 
Years 
To just decompress

I've got a ten foot coin
In my ten foot pocket 
I can barely 
Reach inside 

It fits the walls 
Like a latex echo
If I trip
I won't fall inside

But if I do,
I'll be squished
Without a word
Or a wish
I'll be crushed
But won't be missed
Cause I've got a

TeFoCo

Choking on the sour 
An hour, a minute’s too sweet 
I’m wet with power 
Doused by my own deep sleep

Kept like a polar bear 
I’m an exhibit, exhibiting 
A threatening kind of fear 
I don’t want to be in here 

Catch a lisp in my lips 
Ten-fifty needle drops 
Slip inside my skin in pairs 

Batch of bees in night mode 
They dance in groups of five 
When did animals seem more alive 

Holding like a flower 
My pollen is everything 
All my eggs in one clutch 
Flat broke if the market swings 

Do not deceive me 
Because you deceive yourself 
I’m a one way mirror 
One sway and we’re all fucked

It's like a joke that writes itself
I've seen myself too many times 
Just to end up on the shelf
Of my self centered lines

I'm a idle ode to joy
Shut tight like an oysters mouth
I drive away from this old story
To try and be another joke

It doesn't work
Like every other
Great Escape
Starring 
The man himself
Cept I'm no hero
No archetype 
Just a worn down zero
Atom sized 
No

nae.

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