When I was a child
I had many a thought
Never listen to my father
He was wrongly taught.
His values were wrong
Was society to blame
He hated me because I
Played a different game.
Rules are rules an inflexible being
Couldn't see passed his nose
To grasp what I was seeing.
The gate was shut
he had been through hell
His mental health effected me as well
He took his shallowness to the grave
I never got to know my father
His name was Dave .

Twenty four hour news
It's a continual ****
***** me up
I'm wallowing in it
Killings, disasters
Everything's a con
It's making me feel good
I'm mentally wrong
I like ***** washing
I have thee ability to clean,
No horrible news
Then that would be obscene.
The world is square
spinning around on a smear
I adhere to propaganda
It's so  exciting to fear
I turn on television to get my thrill
Anticipating nervously for another ****
A sunken ship a raging fire
Give me,give me I thrive on a liar.
I am still having a twenty four hour ****
It doesn't matter I'm wallowing in it

Brain feels like a shrivelled plum
The World around me, just ****** numb.
Waiting my demise, an earthly grave
Upped a photo to l cloud, giving God a wave.
My mind is broken like shattered glass
The World around me can kiss my ****
waiting for thee impending doom
**** just happens. it's a wonderful life

In the redness of time
Words will be drawn
Messages get mixed
Hatred lines are born.
Unite all the rivers
Bridges must not burn
Problem with momentum
It's difficult to return.

Mine eyes are blind
But I can see
I carry my imagination
Around with me

The gate keeper
Has lost her key
Hey ** what will,
Will be.
Me and you
We all live on
I don't give a ****
If they get it all wrong,
The rich are the powerful,
Manipulate with twisted tongue.
Joe public are always hung
Dance to a tune for at least
Four years
Oh deary me oh dear dear dear

All the dead live in my shed
It's heaven
All the dead live in my shed
It's hell.
There is always a light on
But I'm not at home
With all the dead I'm never alone.
They taught me wisdom
But never been wise
They tell me never to hate
As your heart slowly dies
We are all statistics whom
Wind up dead
Then please come to, to live in my shed