When there's **** all else to do.
What else is there to turn to?

When your mind is on the edge.
With no-one to talk it down.
When you said good morning to your own mother
When your knees just want to buckle
When the end is oh so close
But you don't believe in ghosts
When you're prattling on inside you're own head
When not one useful words being said
When you have friends you're going to miss but they'll never see you like this
When you just want to scream it all out but you've nothing useful to shout.
When you want the world to bend to your selfish will.
But it shouldn't. Because that's selfish.

When a salmon named Steve
Met a starfish named Tracey.
They had hot, shelley *** and made
A tuna.
Named Brian.
And he swam past a jellyfish just last week.
And it was a Wednesday.

Are you playing alone again boy?
Nobody listening,
But you've an important job to do boy.

Playing with your toys again boy.
They're still not listening,
Keep up the work you're doing,
Alone again boy.

And when you get campylobacter
From licking the wheels on your toy tractor,
You'll die all alone in the end boy.

Important work you're doing
Very important that you do it
All alone little boy.

Throat.
To the stars.
A cave.

I'm ready for more than this.
The stain on the walls. We breathe
On crystal halls.
We're ready for this.
We're ready for.
Now. To me.
You fall.
To me.
It's now.
We fall.

You're near, yet you're blind. You're feeling around, it's cold. You're fingers, feel hope. You feel only what you want. You're blind as a rock. You stumble and fall. You feel the hole. That we all wish to fall down.

Here's the hollow.
Our solemn portrait.
Where trees part thier death.
And our pasture seeps through,
Enriched by the bounty.
We ****** in secret.
Sculptures stripped in silence
A gallery, maddened by its entries.
But scratch off the drops.
Grab the mug from the gift scar on the way out.