Running without aim
Through the razor weeds
That only reach my knees
And when I'm lying in the grey sleep
I don't know how to walk the boards
I open my eyes, and look at the floor
And now I don't see you anymore

There is no choice, we make the point
To counteract a threatening hand
Close my hold
As we near the atmosphere





Come clearly where the flavour is
Seen here in black and white
You've got two seconds baby boy
In burning light white light
'What's the difference'?

Shivering under lamposts
Shivering under glass
Your standing on charisma again
God knows it cannot last
'What's the difference'?

Ice inside your body
Blood inside your soul
Yet still twelve faces stand around
Hugging your skinny bones
'What's the difference'?

Clear up what you are
Burn out these eyes
Rip up this place and scream:
'I am your slice of life'

And the car opened him up to so much more
And the money is brighter with a wider smile
And the problem expands inside your head

'I am your slice of life'.



Out of her mouth it came as no surprise
Lipstick stained on whipcream lies
I feel that if I had been uglier, It would have been easier.

There it sat, blinked and spat in a black feather hat
And said "the rat"
I now possess quasi success

But she wants to be a better singer
Swing the Heartache
Just for her sake



The man of shadows thinks in clay
Dreamed trapped thoughts of suffocation day
He's seen in iron environments
With plastic sweat out of chiselled slits for eyes

From the growth underneath the closed mouth
You'll catch if you listen
Rack-trapped cubist vowels
From a dummy head expression

The transformation is invested
With the mysterious and the shameful
While the thing I am becomes something else
Part character part sensation

The shadow is cast



She had nut painted arms
That were hers to keep
And in her fear
She sought cracked pleasures
The passion of lovers is for death said she
Licked her lips
And turned to feather


And as I watched from underneath
I came aware of all that she keep
The little foxes so safe and sound
They were not dead
They'd gone to ground

'The passion of lovers is for death' said she
'The passion of lovers is for death'
'The passion of lovers is for death' said she
'The passion of lovers is for death'

She breaks her heart
Just a little too much
And her jokes attract the lucky bad type
As she dips and wails
And slips her banshee smile
She gets the better of the bigger to the letter