The tone

The tight

Pray to god I’m fucken right

Fire ourselves alive

Must be alive

Cos not shaking god awake


Not shaking

Praise god


Let the River Run Dry

Don’t like the spring from which it sprung forth

Don’t like the trickle that came alive

Don’t like the slope it flows down

Don’t like the love I found

Dont like the out that never came

Just dont like the fucken view

Just dont like the shoes

Just dont like

Love the future

Love the spring from which it sprung

Love the trickle become a river

Love the lake that’s honey

Love home to be

Not Built For It


Love the rock

Especially when it comes through my Sunday window

Wow you’re really putting that hammer


Yeah to fucking use



Door kicked off the fucking hinges

Don’t forget to puke in my mailbox

Should have tried better I guess

I cant give you anymore


Cos you’re dead inside

Prisoner number 8675309

See me in my most littlest

Just the Beach

Let’s stop this

Man it is just too loud

Lets me and you just think

Yeah think.

Its complicated

More bearing down

Or bearing your kitchen door into a different menu

Just whisper


Man like a man as nothing


Dont mean em

Never did


Dont believe in them






Softly, softly.

It’s okay just breathe.

And relax.

Gravity is feeling more and more weightless.

Like feathers drifting down to land quietly beside you.

Barely making a sound.

Slow it all down.

It’s quiet now, all the angles are becoming quiet fading shadows.

There’s a faint melody but it’s not important.

The gentle breeze is drifting it all away.

The air is still now.

Your quiet breath.

Your gently beating heart.

Is all you need to feel.




Here we go

Shut up you

Shut up

Eat me raw but stfu

(Butterfly interlude)

I love you i love you

Oh dont mind that its just a bj

Devil inside etc

Brain a week and im fukkin bored

Oh but not with you though

No there’s a bigger gang of thieves than what you consider life.

Its called subtlety.

Unike your old angry dumb old made new fukkin hydrolic crane face old new

Ps Marshall Mathers LP

Ditch wet

Cos u have

Yeah you have

About as much soft spoken word

As a fukken STD

Fight corny fight