You said you lost your confidence is some formative crisis long ago (but i know it sleeps with narcissus in his labido).
An overweight, prima ballerina the world is your stage.
For an audience of eyes you dissappear with your razor blades.
All the times we had, and all the secrets th

I'm not comfortable here,
I'm not comfortable in my skin.
Can you hear the scratching at the walls?
With every breath i breathe you in.

Can you smell the ammonia?
Hard to smell what's everywhere.
The beautiful ones are feeling sick.
Hold your breath and wait for fre

show me your army
and i'll show you army.
my name carries weight in this part of town.
10 to 1.
can you finish what you've begun?

show me your carvary
and i'll show you my cavalry.
my name carries wight in this part of town.
admit defeat. your outnumbere

what do i have to do to make you want me?
what do i have to carve into my arm to demand your attention?
what do i have to do to make you want me?
mr warhol will you copy me?

just as beauty falls into decay,
we sell it why we have it to give away.

so i'll rewrite

beauty - momentary,
tarnished by life.
touched by his lazarus hands
before your stem could even stand.
beauty - chastised,
by admirer's eyes.
he wanted the clandestine,
the hidden to be seen.

it's autumn again.

he breathes - you breathe.
his

we'd like to be there when you finally make it.
we'd like to be there but you keep pushing us away.
we'd like to be there when you finally make it.
so they say you're a star, but we knew that a long time ago.
we'd like to be there when you finally make it.
when your flow

we want the stuff that you hide from us.
we break our back to bridge the gap for you.
so bring it up close, i wanna taste the good stuff.
there is no disappointment - i sleep with an angel tonight.

hold your tongue the good bit is coming
don't talk while the movie is r

tailored to trace the line of teenage hearts the female kind.
they colour their numbers in where boys leave page behind.
replicated 1-2-3 there's one for you and one for me.
suburbia thanks the factory line for its paragons.

oh it happened in my room.
the curtains were

the afternoon sun gives you a glow.
a glow so warm, that they'd never know.
beauty sleeps. and we don't speak.
it's been over a week.
days. days. days.
how long will you keep up this charade?
days. days. days. the silent treatment remains.

my love is a landsl

red blood.
earth hands.
a canyon between your legs when you sit,
your shoulders bare the world when you stand.

come puff it up and pucker peacock.
you got the world at your feet i know.
so you think you're the bomb,
come explode what you got over me.

y

65. outer lane.
got a headrush and a pickled brain.
4 of us, he looks 9 stone.
something to kick in on our way back home.

wildlife - run for your life.

"bring me the head of robert howards.
i've got blood on my breath.
i wont stop until he's dead".

170. acro

tonight the lines will blur between,
you and me the distance is decreasing
a whisper amplified to a scream.
today my kiss is the toxin in your veins
but tonight my lips are the illixiur
that drives your body to animals actions.

maybe we're meant to fly,
highe

my sweet picasso quarterised,
cut into segments for my eyes.
on you thigh i will philosophise.
till the people move and you disappear from view.

cctv - come a little close to me.
cctv - can't delay this urgency.
cctv - to touch you is to break the spell. this

the world stopped today.
and you can't get out of bed.
locked in your room. on your bedroom floor, pondering fundamental thoughts so pure,
when god knows you're still lonely tonight.
you say you want love, but love doesn't want you.

dead star.

you could take off

you look so good - lit by disco light.
in this vacuum you burn like flesh on fire.
and i'm sure that you're new around here.
my tired sideshow's unique for this week.

so i dance to some tune to some song.
we dance. i sell meat to the butcher boy.
can't you see tha

the exits lines are scrawled out under your eyes,
this place has left its scars like a playground drama scene.

my siamese in disease, we share the symptoms;
our smiles draw the same space into our eyes.

i've memorised the exits,
and you know all the back roads,

good morning tv,
how have you been?
you speak more sense
than this little one of mine.
both of you slowly
destroy my mind,
till he comes
to take me outside.

past the precint.
past her school.
past the wednesday market.
we speed past asda,

she's hooking up and dialing,
she smiles as she jacks in.
a billion unknown fingers pull her out of her skin.
leave behind this carion let it rot while she's gone.

dance honey dance, honey honey dance.
you're everything you wanna be.
dance molasses dance, honey ho

just get your arse in the car.
i don't know where we're going
and i don't care how far,
just pull your hands out the ground.

just lose your mind in the car.
sit back and knock back this cocktail:
small towns, cityscapes, traffic lights, motorways,
a roads, pl

waking up and getting up,
the lines blur each day.
the real becomes the vacant.
opaque little people
with little lives.
you said you wouldn't succumb
but it comes for you like a lawsuit.

just when you think you're in control.
just when the world was at y