Sunday, 27 February 2011

Cortisol

You feel the ladders hit the walls
The people rushing to the gate
A full invasion force
I hope you're feeling quick today

The flickering embers of a sleeping fire
The shivers descending down a grid of wires
The master pretending like he has not heard
The tectonic bending of his island world

Power to agititate the tide
You are punching at the waves
The waves of meteoric size
Here comes the rage


The flickering embers of a sleeping fire
The shivers descending down a grid of wires
The master pretending like he has not heard
The tectonic bending of his island world

The flickering static of an old TV
The merciless tactics of the stones and trees
The deafening racket of a storm at sea
The naturally tragic grip on sanity

Fluctuations, fluctuations 
All crew to their battle stations
No respite from desperate fighting
Light from darkest saturation
Must have patience, must have patience
Trust despite the situations
Just to spite the cortisol
Hormones burning up the soul
Keep calm, carry on, nothing's going on
Stop and starting, broken hearted
Blanking out those loves departed
Sanctuary from the dark
Without a light it's impossible to find
And a broken mind just breaks up further
With no one to turn to, only matter of time
Before it turns to cold-blooded murder
Stumbling around a cave and flirting with a quiet grave
Fumbling for words to say, for ways of phrasing hopeless days
In the cave rely on touch, can't feel a lot but I'll say this much
It's fucking freezing so show me a reason
Show me a reason to put up with the teasing
To get up in the morning, to stay up 'til the evening
Nothing comes easy but it shouldn't keep bleeding

Saturday, 26 February 2011

Editorial

I've got a voice
I know which way gravity points
I see faults
This is how humanity disappoints

Don't come plugging your poison to me

Aggressive little bastard
With misinformed opinions
You don't know the difference
Between illness and its symptoms

Don't come plugging your poison to me

Squelettes

A round of laughter
Comes from the cupboard
The door's wide open

Welcome to my bedroom
Des squelletes hang from their necks

I snapped them and stuffed them into the cupboard
Cuz I was sick of their endless laughter
Now I'm so tired I don't even bother
To lock the door or even to shut it
Now all I hear is laughter and chatter
So I break their necks and spit in their eyeholes
Smash in their teeth so now who is smiling
But it's too late, what's done is done and can't be changed
I...

The sound of fingernails on a wooden floor
Scraping at my temples

Thursday, 24 February 2011

Fault

It's a funny thing to distrust the dawn
It's a strange way to live your life
When all light is breakable
And faith viewed through such bruised eyes

I think I can breathe again

Turning points are of such substance
As mythical creatures from stories
Jumping's not the same as flying
Birds have no concept of falling

I think I can breathe again

Tunnelling Of Years

I've been watching
Pieces fall from
A broken wall

Stone cracks
In timelapse
Coming down it's
Rubble now

In time you'll learn to fear
The tunnelling of years
Have gone by
Too tired now to run
And deadened down succumb
To dull life

No such thing as
Solid ground
Time can wear it out
No such thing as
Endless love
Time can rip it up


In time you'll learn to fear
The tunnelling of years
Have gone by
Too tired now to run
And deadened down succumb
To dull life


The days they just devour
No mercy in the hours
Have gone by
Whichever way life steers
The tunnelling of years
Is your guide

Wednesday, 2 February 2011

The Lightning Fork

The buildings never change
The faces never stay
The sun will always be
But weather's mystery
It frightens me

Off goes my imagination
Behind my blank eyes
No mortal shock compares
With dreams of this size

They're firing like an advert
And fuelled by escape
Sometimes I step too far through
Cathy's picture frame

We're silt in a river that never dries

They're trying to lure me down
A path from the origin of a lightning fork
Why would I choose?
And why aren't I blinded by it?
Why would I choose?
And why aren't I blinded by it?

The buildings never change
The faces never stay
The sun will always be
But weather's mystery
It frightens me

We're silt in a river that never dries

They're trying to lure me down
A path from the origin of a lightning fork
Why would I choose?
And why aren't I blinded by it?
Why should I choose?
And why aren't I blinded by it?
Why would I choose?
And why aren't I blinded by it?

They're trying to lure me down
They're trying to lure me down
They're trying to lure me