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Pulse-wave posession

Can't take this
I notice
I'm hopeless
I'm stuck
Infested
Invested
in leaves
and in mud
nailed up 
the coffin
but worms still get in
repulsed by the flesh of
the human within
its spirit
its spinning
its neutral
for time
It watches
mistakes
till bells
they be chiming
Unnoticed
and rotting
repents, it repents
why did I waste it
on being so negative when
 	
spirals surround
spirals around me
lights of all colours
and shapes so astounding
electric the city
and smoked out the night
problems and agony
and hopes out of sight
Not happy, not sad
but under the sea
and flying through space
with nova in ears
No bleeding
No boring
No angry 
No life
Eyeballs of fire
and octopus tentacle

You're wrong
You're wrong
You're wrong
You're wrong
I noticed
when you said
that black 
can't be white
I noticed 
when you said 
That left
is the right way,
chance
is your movements
in chaos, you act
irrational
but passionate
yet dull, 
its so dull
I walk
and I see them
In hell 
they do dance
In hell,
they be laughing
so loud
but they dont care
they live
and they judge
a nod and a nudge
as mutant and insect
walk fire through publics
from dreams, they bring
gifts of electric attacks
no illness
no happiness
no sadnesses trap
we break down the walls
and they fall 
and they smash 
The humans they hold on
but its just too much,
too much for the
normal to 
reach out and touch it
mock is your shield
until you're unmasked

Infestation

A post-punk instrumental about running and yellow radiation. 

Yellow Alert

Dead Coloured

Isolated Wing

Twenty Seven Too Late

All In For You

What I Think When You Speak

Last night, like every night, I died Inside
Thinking that my spirit soared
then I woke up and realized
I had chores like endless noise
and hoping for a warming smile
and getting tasklist so that you have atmosphere
so that you're a neutral-whelmed
and everything I give is worthless
If upsetting turns my soul into a programmed binary code
wondering like every night I die inside
thinking that my spirit soared
when I woke up, I was alive
unfortunate drips from my pores...sheets of red,
smoke out the window, wondering what is left

I lose my chair to sharing with
a burden shared is lungs I use to keep myself
generating all the colours and the black
that this world lacks, why do I try? why do I sigh?
why do I have any thought inside my head?
The genies laughing all the while
such a shame, you're not in pain!
You have a name! 
You have a gift!
It's called being silent.

Silencer put on the gun that shoots reality, realized
ostracize all that you know
feeling low?
its your fault.

Tyed

She floats away and on her way she’s unfulfilled
hold on tight when she lets go you’re unfulfilled
held the cold, what I don’t want is anything
Insect in cage, you’ve caused her ill, don’t be selfish

Insect so blue, you always knew toxic alone
insect so crushed, don’t you forget youre placeless faceless
hopeless, stuck, dimensionless so you can feel it
honey stuck, no matter what you’ll always feel this

And in gardens cherubs sit with us
but in the night the genies come alive for us
and in the day the crows they claw away at us
what life is left in light from morning waits for us

psyloq

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