8hz

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

no more of that, please