When there isn't a song that will soothe you
and your head's filled with clatter and din,
when the words of the poets won't move you
and a war rages on deep within.

Take a moment to look at your showreel
all the best bits, the outtakes and flops,
all the things that you loved and then hated,
all the lovers you loved and then lost.

All the mix tapes you ever recorded
and the posters you had on your walls,
all the first times, the last times, the heartbreaks
all your triumphs, the fights and the falls.

Like the song you heard once on the radio
that caused an obsession to start,
or the novel they said you were bound to enjoy
that ended up breaking your heart.

A life is well lived if you live it,
and death takes its toll on us all
Make the time, take a risk, grasp the nettle,
take a leap, do your thing, have a ball!

I think about the times you used to tell me pretty lies
Like my illness didn't bore you and my thighs were the right size
and I loved you just for knowing all the things that I denied
and we talked about forever, like those songs that we despise

Now I sit with ghosts in empty rooms just asking myself why
all my rainy day tomorrows are the colour of your eyes,
and I'm drinking down this liquor just to get me through the day
It doesn't bring you back but it sure helps keep me at bay.

You used to bring your beast to breakfast
but it wouldn't make a sound,
I used to hide inside and treat my demons to another round,
but the corridors between us made the silence seem too loud
we could have made it through but we were just too ******* proud.

So I'll talk about my trauma
cause it lets me say your name
I've tried to conjure you with self harm
But the scars don't feel the same,
Well I guess I'll have to wear them
cause they cover up my shame,
the truth sits pointing fingers
but no one will take the blame.

The sun it rises with our eyes
as purest love within us grows,
it put down roots within our souls
before our fates were ever sown.

It sits within us old as time,
yet feels as new as winter snow
and wiser Saints than you or I
would burn to never let it go.

So with this dawn we'll make a pact
no blood will spill, no daggers drawn,
and you, my love will own a heart
that sings for you with every morn.

I wish I could do a *** right now
it really makes me sad
that I'm sat here in the basement
watching **** Hub with my Dad.

All the Women have turned Toxic
now they're dressing for revenge,
and their hips are always lying
about where the night will end.

They think they're ****** special
Something precious to behold
but they're all just slags and munters,
with diseased and sagging holes.

They're all just filthy ***** ya know,
each one of them the same,
look like they'd **** you senseless,
when you try it...they complain!

Wish I could do a *** right now
It makes me really sad.
I'm gonna grab a can of Monster,
can you pass the tissues Dad?

While you were sleeping
the world found its way,
Peace counselled destruction
as shame walked away.

The crosses stopped burning
and praised on the lawn,
the bluebirds were soaring
to hurry the dawn.

The fallen, once turning
as new heroes fell,
lay at ease in the meadow
as we bid hate farewell.

The children all crept out from under their beds,
the homeless found shelter, the hungry were fed,
As Ego was conquered he turned with a sigh
"Have your moment, enjoy it, I'll be back by and by"

The courtroom it hums like a sewer
the pundits are all turning green
while a clown nanna naps in the foreground
caring not for the "witch hunt" it seems

The Lawyers make lying look easy,
slight of hand, fleet of tongue, jazz hands please!
While the Judge sits agog at the Weather
as she blows through their follies with ease.

Oh what will become of poor Donnie?
What fate will be wrought on this soul
who did nothing...to no one,
like....ever....LOVES the bible...
Oh look!
Sleepy Joe!

My bones now ache with fear and pride
my heart is lead astray,
my soul still craves departure,
while my spirit longs to stay.

My judgement remains clouded
my fate is marked "unclear,"
my nightmares remain laden
with the words I used to hear.

Too quick to put my trust in fire
with rapid heart and shaking hands,
too glad to be a man's desire,
too lost to ever understand.

How will I ever tame this heart
who only sings for darkest souls,
and offers all I am to burn
for those who cannot love the whole.