a turn of the wheel
one more solar rotation
please keep on living
my lab up in flames
attacked by a giant wasp
mondays! am i right?
business is business
the flies are dropping like flies
but boys will be boys
fear creeps up my spine
the sense of being followed
from each dark corner
some minutes later
i notice i’m on fire
the rain never comes
a confrontation
standing up or staying out
weighing up the cost
every breath my last
and every step a tightrope
don’t make me do it
banished as a child
a world inside a painting
slowly rots away
three pills twice a day
i cant remember your face
i guess i dont mind
banished as a child
a world inside a painting
slowly rots away
a confrontation
standing up or staying out
weighing up the cost
completely naked
but for top hat and goggles
i dress to impress
just clutching at straws
the world is less than perfect
apathy’s a bitch