Is it me?
Or do you hide behind that white nose smile?
I'll never know.
You'd never say.
All I know is,
It's a white day. A good day.
For you and for me.

He drinks in his bitterness
His communion wine
He guzzles it down
Washing over him
A river of hate.
Anew he rises.
Proud and afraid.
Unloved and despised.
Just the way he likes it.

Busting a move
On my sofa dancefloor.
Just me in my room
My hand jive
My breakdance
My cushions
My home.
Me and my songs.
My cigarettes and my wine.
My good time.
And no-one else around.

I'm helping you. You're helping me
It's a crackhead two way *******.
Scratching out the pit we loom over.
How deep down does the Satan pit go?
As deep as our retribution arc unravels.
See you on the other side fellow acolyte.
Studiously staring into the abyss.

Lying in a bed of needles
Just you and me and our bed sheets
Lying in our friendship circle
It's lonely in our circle holdout.
The only way to breathe; is get out
When you're here with me there's no sound.

Complain at the sky
Cry on the floor
Suffer through everything in between.

Your world is dead, dumb, and blind to you.

She'll never understand
These callous lonely bitter eyes of mine.
He'll never see beneath,
These shallow ghostlike poisonous personas
In this charleton pantomime of mine.