As on the moment one emerges from the heat of their home,
Into the most bitter of wintertime mornings.
The frosty air stings as it flows up my nose,
My head is cooling and my heart is warming.

My face becomes numb,
As the icy wind comes,
Crystalising perspiration.
My cells themselves freeze,
Putting my mind at ease,
I live for a chilling sensation.

And just like that,
My heart locked in place.
But I just about managed to keep it showing on my face.

Is she studying my eyes because my pupils have dilated?
Or is she giving me the gaze that I have all too long awaited?

Does she at long last want to feel the way I feel?

Trying to smoothen out the edges
On a jagged surface of Jade.
I will cut myself if I am not careful;
This girl is as sharp as a blade!

She's vicious and she's charming,
In the most enchanting way.
If Jade asked, with love, to cut my throat,
With love, I would die today.

The moon, it seems to steal its shine
From the eyes of my sweet Jade.
When I'm with Jade, and day turns to night,
The sunlight appears not to fade.

I never thought that by listening to thunder I'd understand the lightning.
When I realised this strangest fact,
I found it awfully frightening.

And if you're looking for an answer, you will find it inside of you.
But if you should ever need advice,
The wind will speak the truth.

Such a shallow feeling.
Are you even mine?
I use my life to search for things I'm certain I can't find.
If the sky became a ceiling
And the clocks ran out of time,
Maybe then I could accept the limitations of my mind.


There must be something more.
It's fixation and obsession.
Every word I hear is just a lesson or a blessing.
I am a psychedelic *****,
Selling myself to depression.
And if you ever went up for sale,
It would steal you in a second.

Rapidly accelerating,
The atmosphere fighting back.
Wheels-a-turning and foward straighting,
The turbo then starts to attack.

Adrenaline, the vessels pulsating.
The heart is swelling, the fear-a-breaking.

Never was such an intoxi-rush
Than with a motor's forward push.

My innocence now, seems stronger than ever.
The more I understand of this world, the less I can make sense of it.
Curiosity seemingly coded into us...
Is it human?
Or is it universal?
Does the Sun too, ask itself why it burns so brightly, when it has no real reason to at all?

In these ugly times, my words reflect the nature.
Beauty is to be found, but it will be found later.
Like the hard-headed flower at the cusping of the spring,
My petals will soon open and sweet nectar it will bring.

I think about you every day,
Even though I wouldn't dare to say.
I've been working on myself,
But honestly it doesn't help.

Life is fine,
But all is blue...
The last time I felt happy,
I was with you.

Excitement - Yes.
Fulfillment - No.
I don't feel at home
Anywhere I go.

The strength I've gained
Through hours of hardship
Seems useless now since we have parted.
If I'd had this strength when we were together,
I would have used it to keep you here forever.

We were so deep I thought we'd surely drown,
Only what filled our lungs seemed to be pure pleasure.

She brought me so high I thought I'd never come down.
I'd had to dig deep to unearth her treasure.

You've just discovered this,
Yet it feels so desperately awaited.
Colour flooded,
Fluid painted.

I live a synthetic life.
Fabricated are my thoughts.

My feelings are plastic;
Brittle, though they are strong.

I can feel however I want to feel
And do whatever I like.
This, my friend, is the beauty
Of living a synthetic life.

It's why if I would like to speak with god,
I may do it lysergically.
And it's why I've never felt an ounce of pain,
Not even during surgery.

If I want to be the king,
I don't even need a throne.
All I need is a tiny bit of powder up my nose.
And with the pills that I may buy
With my synthetic money.
I may feel synthetic love,
Even alone;
How funny.

I'm spending time thinking about my auntie Lisa again
Man, I swear, the fact she died still hasn't touched my brain
Sometimes she's the only person I feel that I could relate to
The other half of my brain is telling me she would hate you
Cause I haven't really always done the right thing
And now when I speak to certain family, it's just fighting
I remember she bought me a bike and brought me cycling
And I found it so strange that she would do me such a nice thing

But that's what family's for
And I had rarely felt that feeling
But if it wasnt for my auntie Val I probably wouldn't be eating
If it wasnt for my uncle Tom I'd probably be on the streets and
If I didn't have that family then I probably wouldn't be breathing

I have always wanted to change the world,
For as long as I can remember.
Not for a single second have I been content,
Craving fire but finding just embers.

I have always wanted to be more than I am,
In a different time and place.
I lust for change and for first times and new things,
And the girl with the prettiest face.

I used to want to rule the world and have power beyond comprehension.
While searching for a way to **** God himself, I seemed to have caught his attention.

I once thought that I had conquered fear,
Death seemed like an illusion.
It is only with the weight of the world on your shoulders,
You will realise that you're only human.