I tried hard
To dress like I won’t steal
My tips worn at diagonal
My socks thin

I’m not a thief
I’m not a thief
I belong here

My pockets have holes
I’m not wholly here

Mouth noises
Blobs, gestalts
Oh, you can help?
There’s no time
Mouth noises
I just stare
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Garblified (v2)

It was his black swan
No-one would have thought
That empty feeling
When a nice girl’s fallen
But the icon of her name’s still pure

All it took was a gander
Obtuse, thoughts intrusive

She has different faces, not moons
In her eyes, no stars
Only one’s surprise there’s
No weeknight left to fallow

Now she bears a scarlet letter
Cursed digits, beastly symbols
A calculus that we all hide
And runs us blind

Dimmersdale (v2)

As I sped down the hallways
I am terrified, terrified
Two more stories ’til you see the door
Running terrified, terrified

Are we part of the system
Birthing us to our doom
Smoking mirrors they show us
Brothers and sisters
Reeling in chaos
Running back to our tombs

As we sped down the hallways
We are terrified, terrified
Saw her mother in ruin
Erased all her papers
Workhorse beaten red
Loneliness from death in labour

Fair libra green with shame
Freedom in her iron chains
Running terrified, terrified

The Door

Of the Eros and Ego, an urge for construction
The defective goes by his own hands
The superior prototype fears death
As weak of strong will, plead for destruction

Short tooth cuts itself on long days
His darkened skin's been burning for years

Illusory desire flickers fluorescent
He sits on the corner of the bed, undressed
The lamp is proving an effective distraction
Waiting to see the state in between
Dust of his body will fly in to blind him

Day to day in repair, a drone in reaction
In the corner, stuck for years
He plays the same tape on loop
Brute force repeating to delay self-destruction

Thanatos' white stripes have stayed here for years
He cuts his short teeth upon further long days.

4:21

You are beautiful
And you are needing
But I am a little too empty
And can’t make your ceiling

Careful of how deeply you stick that hand
Inside the cookie jar
Fear is the mind killer
Most men don’t get too far

We bring only what we have
Not much can fit inside
At any one time
Words will seem familiar
But too many
And your mouth will dry

I feel like I should prepare you
For a slow descent
Because the needle and a twitch
Leads to certain death

A test of humanity

You ain’t got a split dioptre
To place two things into focus

When you’re making
Synthetic mirror life
On the other side of silvered glass

Left-handed version
Of the right hand path

You ain’t got a split dioptre

Silver (v2)

Silver

This idea inside you
It is viral
Anti-vital

It slowly suffocates you
Like a python

Well, what's next 
Mademoiselle X?
It's a part of you
Your own supply 
You say no need to spare
Food for thought or body

A little red bag
Your yellow raincoat
Pockets full of heavy grey slag
It is your curse in dark water
It will always come back
No matter how much you want it
Please swim between the flags

Drawn to it
Fawn to it
Drowned by it
Until you've integrated 
Or resigned

Those Parts
Inside you
They talk too much

But they sweat off Cotard's summer
As we meld into one

A little red bag
Your little red bag
A yellow raincoat and
Pockets full of heavy grey slag
And your little red bag

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