Sleep long and well my hardy friend for tomorrow you will die
I'll slice the meat right off your bones, stilled eyeballs will not cry.
Fingers plucked from hands turned red they clasped the noseless face
back from beyond at your beckoned call I dwell among your race.

The sickle and pain I carry, you go silent at my name
for I am of your creation hidden secrets are to blame.
The heartles ones who know me well tread cautiously at my side
to cause you misery then death would swell my chest with pride.

I leave my mark, the burning scar, that forms upon your mind
because I am in you as you are in me two as one we are combined.
Without you I have no love, without me you'll know no pain
I have felt this a million times before and I'll feel this way again.

Feel warmth inside your chest
the way I know your touch
I'm the dryness on your lips
as if reality is too much.


They look so good in their modern suits, all leather and silver rings
they sloganize, their hair they dye, they're told to do these things.
A way of worship, to look the same, as the ones they've seen displayed
in magazines, on tv screens, there are fortunes to be made.
The slow march in to the quick push out, the latest thing on the block
one step ahead is the coolest place, the scene changes round the clock.
Tomorrow's trash are todays all knowing icons with a song that missed the beat
the wrong brand of shoes or a hair-cut change, their posters strewn across the street.
Forgotten it seems with the passing time, how short it seems their memories
so easily replaced with the next in line and the next in line again please.



A simple o.d on the tv screen
brain gone dead with loss.
The magnetism of the endless vision.
The world unseen through windows.




I saw the smile that put a lump in my pants
felt the touch of the tingle on my scalp
the swollen tongue in the desert dry mouth.
It's like I've fallen in love again.

The almost paranoid need to be in her company, to feel her near
I know how many steps it took to get from there to here.
The stance
the shoe size she takes.
It's like I'm in love again.

My insecurity that attacks my heart-felt trust.
The scent of her
the taste of the way she kisses
her relaxation in my company as if she feels at ease
I think we're in love again.




Shake the hand that shook the world
twice.
And I touched the hand of the once great man
and his vice.





When walls came closing in
with their needles and their pins
the two were found alone
soon sweat-soaked to the bone.
So I've heard
Through the door a world close minded
by Eastern-comfort they've been blinded
ancient legends are re-lived
with each drop of themselves they give.
So I've heard
One the God and one to worship
both had hardly felt the pin prick
sensed the burning need inside
desire to share one life.
So I've heard
Now with business done they've left
the conspiracy no-one suspects
this latest memory to each his own
will it taunt when they're alone
So I've heard.
Once I saw them slip away
the unheard words that people say
thoughts held tight in minds unsure
public guilt will know no cure.
The truth unheard.