Crack pipe lyrics
Can you feel your lips?
Puff in the smoke
Ocarina of time,
Smoke on the water
As you ******* your mind.
Blanket of troubles,
Show bed relief,
People passing by
Let them gawp at your needs.
Handle circumstances
All that you can
Fumble in the playground
Of the world in hands.
Smoke another pipe
Let it sink in your skin.
The world's no longer sideways
And you can hear yourself think.

Would you like a cup of tea my dear?
Yes, past boiling, to burn my lungs.
Jasmine or lemon?
Both.
Lemon jasmine lung buster coming right up.
With sugar?
No.

Knocking uninvited
Please, come out.
May I sweep away the blurb of your previous customer?
Began.
Well it all started when…

Hello?
Are you there? I've been thinking about things.
About what you said.
Did you mean it?
What you said?
It was nasty.
Horrid.
I'll speak to you tomorrow.

The ****,
Becomes a flower,
Returns to soil,
And turns to stone.

Best foot forward
Forward marches back.

Fingers against the portrait.
Dragging the vision into despair.
Landscape lop-sided.
Stock photo nightmare.
Bared against the lies.
Deformation of character, a characteristic cliché.
A teardown of deception is more like it.
But let's lay close to our lilo of lies in the cesspool of sporadic secrets.

Brave he is.
The Knight.
Sleeping gently,
In his bed of wine and ******.
And fear.
At the sword at the neck.
The bright slash to break the daydream.
Armour flashes to flesh.
To bread, the fleshes armour.
Starvation Steel Plate.
The rebellion is hungry.
The armory will provide defence.

Back and forth in front of the mirror
To and fro
Clown and civies
Back and forth.
Back and ******* forth.

Goodness gracious.
Vinaigrette vivacious
Testicular temptatious.
As we're all falling down.
Atishoo. Hiemlich maneuvers.
Justiciar. Sensible says a lot to say.
Especially if I say nothing.
For a fortune.

Your head in my hands,
Breathing slowly my scent
Choking and joking
It isn't as real as it is to me

Nuzzled in close.
My boosom in bloom.
Coughing rejecting
I dream of time when you can just love me.

I wash you away
A **** down the drain
Your silence are screams
I wish you would just make it up to me.

The wedding bells struck
As lady Veronica marched down the aisle.
Her gay boyfriend stood still in his shoes.

'my love?' He asked tentatively.
'you're doing just fine' she smiled.

She laid her hand on his chest.
Togetherness in all.

'my love.'  he replied.


Veronica drew up her dress as if a sword.

'We are to be wedded priest. Make it happen'.

Pull on your face,
Drink wine with your friends.
Curdle at crying children.
This life is perfect
Everything smiles at you.
Dig a hole
It'll be yours forever.

Her lips
His sauce
His eyes
Her lips
No sauce
For her
His sauce
For him.
Her hand
Smacked away.
No sauce
For her.

He sits in his stupor.
Pooled upon the floor.
Normally, that's how he prays.

He writes his best.
In his centre handed spirograph.
To tell the world how he hurts.

Like the shrinkless rest of us he writes.
The best he knows, the only way he knows.
Honesty and suffering. A man, convicted to the pit.

A paradise for staring eyes
Spectacular show.

But he has no interest.
His talent is his silence.
Spoken through his words.
Wound in his insanity.

Honesty is a bike.
Ridden by everyone, but mastered by very few.

And so he waffles on. Because he loves bikes.

Ripped away,
When we said we were close.
She won't love you like I can.
Yet here I am.
Your dead allotment.
Bitter and fertile. Just how you left me.

Be who you want to be,
Believe in yourself.
They need a new target to destroy.

Does the way out come to those who ask politely?
Asking for a friend.

Early morning strikes again,
Up I rise,
Collect my head,
Stare at the zombie,
caged in the mirror on the wall.

Come cut off your pound of flesh,
I don't want to pay my debts,
Dump my carcass,
Rotting freedom on the floor.

Here sister,
Why do you hide from your friends?
Here silly,
We are your friends.
Stay sister,
Its just us.
Hear sister?
Nothing cries, and no-one cries but you.

Dumpster fire jesus
Poked holes in his hands.
A sprinkling of stigmata.
For all of his fans.

Dumpster fire jesus
Resurected himself.
After a hard night on drugs
He woke up, not quite himself.

Dumpster fire jesus
Turned water to wine
When he went to the shop
When the dinner table ran out of wine.

Dumpster fire jesus
Has crucified himself
When he stood, spread eagle
And hung himself.

Tasty line off a ***** sink.
Buzz cut buzz nut.
'hiya mate'
She says.
'wrong bathroom buddy'
'save us two's'
Bagpuss smile.
I like this one, bathroom buddies.

Why is it a 1000 voices?
All yelling the same **** thing?
Fall onto a 1000 deaf ears?
Knowing whats best for me?

I can't stop the endless voices,
Crashing about my ears,
But I have my endless poison
To wipe up those concerned tears.

Ready the horses,
Wax clean the saddle.
I'm riding again.
To battle, to the end.

Cereal again for breakfast.
Vanilla. Love the smell.
Day tested me again.
Love toast.
Butter.
It's not right.
Hold on.
Toast grip.
Butter hand.
Butter knife.
*******. ****.
****!

****.

‘I just feel like my life is a crumbling lie and I can’t keep lying to people anymore it’s like my whole thought process is unraveling and I feel people are starting to stare through the cracks and I can feel their glare on my organs and I desperately try to seal them out but they keep prying at me with their sticky horrible words and buttered judgement and I just want to run and vanish and loose everything on my terms, you know?’

‘IDK do some yoga or something.’

He pushes at his straight lines,
It's heaven in there,
Whole and pure and white,
It's wholesome.
It's tingling and tantalising.
Add one can for flavour.
My god just let me sleep.
Forever.

The glint in the water,
It sprinkles in your eyes.
A Nymph gesture.
All mine.
It glows, in everything you do.
Mirror, opinions. Lost. Because it's in those.
Those big browny green eyes.

Fbi agent poke made his play.
My ******* has never been the same.
Chess for Christians.
Noahs **** .
Running because it's a Sunday
Afternoon tea. Served with *******.

A Sorry sight
With the kung ****
Scales and.
Say it loud. Martial facepaint.
Tea towel set,
For a familiar knife and fork. Like this.

The despair,
The debilitating despair.
The overarching doom,
Because you know its coming.
The Attack.

The chest of secrets.
Treasure's untold.
Beholden to the maker,
Corseted and peeking.

I hate weekdays.
Claggy and samey
Rolling on.
Sticky.
Vanilla void
To weekends wildness.

Look how the statue cries.
Marble happiness in frozen glory.
Lips solid
Stare solid
Solid mood.
Solidly mistaken.
Halted in state, gripped by time.

We're edging everybody!
We're edging!
We're ready for the main course!
We're breathless
We're bracken
We're broken.
We're rolly polly turning and spinning and lost and out of control.
But.
We're.
Putting on a **** good show!

Role play,
Foul play,
Masks hang on the ground today.
Tired eyes,
Pretty lies,
Silhouettes in bloom today.

Something old,
Sniffing glue.
Homeless grandma,
In plain view.

Cry hands unbled.
Hate thy neighbour.
Neck unsnapped.
Wood construct nightmare.

The angle is clear, go.
We saw all thier hopelessness.
Pray heaven for them, they weep thier lonely songs.
Crying empty tears through moulded heartless glass goggles.
Clawing at what is set before,
We see what we bled behind,
The laceration, crystal inevitability.
Hindsight is a hand grenade.
Would you blow up yourself?
Pieces. Jigsaw. Do they match up?
Black bag demon swimming effortlessly through the air. He knows his destination and he glides effortlessly across the chunks of human.
Cradle to the grave. Polyethylene panther.
Silent in its mission but getting tired of a full meaty meal. What makes a bodybag in the desert?

Newspaper Sunday,
Another day gone.
Clawing the clockface, for just one more rave.
Hiding from sunrise, I've seen it before.
Cold and empty. Weekend comes round.
Craving beige in an candle of colours,
Holding out for an impromptu paint spill.
Beige has never seemed so intense.
When the world is beige, so bright I'm blind.
I'll shut my eyes and hide in the dark,
My different beige will light up the spark.

Hiding in a blanket
Prayer lost in a church,
Shielded in a pew but no-one cares that you're there,
It isn't why you're looking when you're feeling the burn,
Thoughts exorcising reason and it's all you can bare.

Tomes providing reason,
When you're lost and alone,
As you see the gold and silver, and you feel you're at home.
But just behind the curtain peeking cold and afraid,
Is the same possessive helplessness that you feel in your veins.

Are you blessed on holy contact
When you roll back your sleeves?
Are you baptised by the needle as it washes your needs?
As the vestments of your eyelids black the white of your eyes,
As the emptiness and loneliness comes to blacken your sky.

The prayer that you speak when you need God the most.
Is the silence as you see him when he runs through your host.

And when ***** fills your lungs and you've completed the prayer,
When the tourniquet is loosened and your veins breathe some air,
When the needle bows it's head and you can writhe in dark,
When nobody is looking and you don't know where you are...

Feel him wash, and cleanse your soul.
Leopard stigmata, forgotten soul.
Breath is a whisper. Lie in your hole.

Saint Saint Saint Saint Saint Saint.
Why is it talking? Is it preaching?
Saint Saint Saint Saint Saint Saint.
It won't shut the **** up.
Saint Saint Saint Saint Saint Saint.
How do take the ******* batteries out?!
Saint Saint Saint Saint Saint Saint
Smash it on the rock or something!
Just lob it!
Smash it!
Sai...
Phew, thank God.

Curtain drops,
Crowd applauds,
The magician takes a breath.
He looks down at his plain fingertips.
True magic will never be his to perform.
If it was, he would simply disappear.
Forever.

Give the colourful creature colourful crayons.
Lines finding letters finding words finding objects finding order.
The creature colours numbers unknown.
But did anyone ask the colourful creature if it wanted to colour?
The creature colours numbers unneeded and unwanted.
The creature colours an elephant chandelier.
Colours unseen, lines never drawn, an image so unfamiliar.
And the creature is sad.

Belt neck tight.
He shuffled in his turtleneck trousers.
'so comfortable' he thought to himself.
Viviennne Westside prime goods.
As he turned blue, he thought how much he loved his new trousers and his f...

Tears. Icicles against the concrete.
His semicircular view of a world passing by.
He wept. Crystals, chest freezer vista.
The warmth of friends seemed so distant.
Sand dunes on a simple path.
Gasping for air he longed for moisture.
Silly oasis would never come.
His friends loaded the chat and he wasn't there.
And they wondered if he really meant what he said.

Steel of Damascus,
Skin exposed.
Dog walks in.
Dog eyed grin.
Steel holstered.
Treat Tuesday.

Inside I cry, I watch you listen,
Your hand stretched out, I see you pleading.
You try and fumble, to lift my burden
Desperate only to stop the bleeding

Inside I drown, you hold me so tight
Trying your best, anchor of normality
Your hold is strong your smile shines so bright
Lost in a hurricane, a storm of pure volatility

I suffocate, I frantically seek a way out
My fingers are blooded, the coffin stays shut
Lost in a labyrinth of frenzy, a jesters redoubt
I pray in the dark to bathe in your light, but

How can you ever understand?
The lunacy behind
This loving, loyal, poison, hateful
Acid heart of mine
Can you ever know?
The insanity behind,
These longing, desperate, self-destructive
Lonely eyes of mine?

As my world burns,
All I have ever loved,
All gone.

As the flame licks at my skin.
As my flesh is melted
As the last embers leave my eyes.

As I am changed by the flame
As I become the fallen phoenix.
I am embraced by flame.

Insanity slipping through
the cracks in a chapped lip grin.
Its all ok
It was never ok.
It will never ever be ok.

Just say cheese.