None of us are really happy anymore,
we just have fleeting moments of
pleasure.

The rest,
the rest is just emptiness
a void we're drifting through

And for some reason
we're all nostalgic for something
none of us can quite remember.

The exception makes the rule
so they say
except the rule is never fair
write it down a thousand times
in chalk
or ink
or blood
doesn't change the justice of it
or more often lack thereof

Have a cup of tea
That'll make it better
have a cup of ******* tea
Oh are you bleeding?
Where does it hurt?
Why don't you have some tea?
Heartache? Heartbreak?
TEA
Have some some ******* tea.

Running always round
and round
and round
and round
a' rosies
what the hell are posies?
we hold them to our nosies
sneeze
cough
sneeze
cough
inoperable
3 months
Jesus Doc, I need a smoke.

Death on two legs
Now on four legs
Excess of sobriety
I want to taste tachyons
They just keep coming
and coming
and coming
thoughts like a shattered mirror
7 years bad luck
Bad luck
Fickle mistresses in a ****** dawn
No more eyes
Make me blind
Cut me
Hit me
Make me bleed
Make me feel

Or don't.

I think I'm mad.

All our blood is just as red
but we never bleed the same
we cut each other, to watch it flow
but ourselves; like blood were rain
Watch us bleed and chuckle stranger
but your blood is just as red

You taste your blood
Like the copper in a penny
For a moment it's all you know

Then the noise returns
the hate, the screams
get down on the ground

and all you can think of
is not the fear or the pain
or the hate

but how much you pity them for it.