**** the happy people that depression never struck
**** the happy people and all of their good luck
**** the happy people who've never known this strife
**** the happy people who've never used a razor or a knife
**** the happy people that the monsters never came
**** the happy people with no voices in their brain
**** the happy people that with the universe they have no gripe
**** the happy people and their ******* happy lifes

I wonder where you're laying your body down tonight, and whether we're ever going to resolve this fight. Perhaps it's best that we both just say goodnight, because things in life can't always end up alright.

so it seems
i've stared at this blank page too long
how could i carry on?
i can give you my words
but it wouldn't do me any good
you weren't meant to be mine
so i'll leave things as they should

teach me justice and you can
teach me everything else...
otherwise ******* back to Sinbad territory;
teach me justice, show me justice
and you can take your little bumper
stickers to Greenland to build a
mosque for Guinness's book of
records... stop faking this ****
behind post-colonialism looking
Parisian mascara pretty... don't bother...
by being "racist" i'm also taking
the **** from your former colonial masters...
which you ended up ******* up to...
this is Europe... your mothers ******
and your fathers castrated has no place
among us... walk the French mile
of a Riviera and then tell me what's packed
and what's **** and what's called the Assad kebab;
**** - you ******* hear the vermin talk?
or you a bit deaf? oh, a dog with its tail
lodged between its hind-legs...
clearly you were always going to be an I.R.A.
assassin. like my father on a construction-site...
i'm asking you, yes, you, Paddy...
you downing a pint of concrete to get you
off your lazy Shamrock *** while downing
a pint of St. Guinness?
or do you want a donkey's kick up your ***
to take photographs on a cruise ship?
i take it the English were too strong to criticise,
so you picked on the other migrants,
the ones in line with the dog fights in the R.A.F.,
you know, you can really bake a birthday cake
feeding the Welsh cat food with their specialist
subject of sharpened parabola (V).
hey! you said it... vermin plucked your eyes
from their sockets as if a spring bouquet of flowers.

The softness of your face
The color of your eyes.
Sounds out the ticking of the clock.
Ive never fallen so hard.
I fell on these shards of glass
I had to pull them out of my heart.
Please baby dont make me start,
It'll tear us apart.
Dont go chasing me
Because I know
If i should stray
These skies will return me to you.
I didnt start loving you today,
And theres not much to say
But your eyes
Through the skies
Are watching me.
And an honor it is to me
To be completely free
To love you so.
Oh in your love i have grown,
Something that cant be known.
Your lips, so full
It warms my soul.
And when i get lost
When i almost die in the frost,
These skies will return me to you.
I will always fight,
And you always hold me tight
We are together always
Not a tide to tear me away from you.
Love me with all you got,
Treat my heart like its been shot.
And dont let me go
*because the skies will return me to you

Her words have failed

Feeling stained

Your mother unaware

Mistakes save but fade

All right

Loud existence and in a flash

Silence, ******

I no longer realize your power

And we're built to die with better choices

Burst

Closed

Torch the lonely

Float away