Sitting on my suicide ledge
A tear runs from my eye
I see a dark horizon
From this an angel.
I do spy
there was no happy ending
Hey ** dip pid Dee doo dah

Why do humans
Want to destroy their land
This world owes you nothing
Don't you understand
Billions on billions
educating our brain
Greed for money
it's all ****** insane
catch a bus shaped like a *****
Fill it up take a drive to Venus
Look what we our doing
To this fertile land
We must all be aliens
And we don't understand.
Aliens infecting,the sky is blue
grass is still growing
We haven't a clue.

Books are written by story tellers
Fact is not always true
Interpretation manipulation
It's all left down to you
Books are written by evil
Books are written by good
why after reading
The reader is not understood.
Propaganda messages
Mixing half truths with lies
Problem with humans
We need some where to hide

Getting past your sell by date
Hinges creaking,
can't open the gate.
That's life.
Can't remember what you've  just done
Cup a tea lately,
not taste of fun.
That's life.
Sitting in gods waiting room
Accepting age with impending doom
That's life.
Sitting in your comfy chair
Feeling more dead than alive
Ooh dear you silly old ***
You've just reached 95.
That's a life.
no more aged isms
No more blood
in the heart
That's it my sweeties
I'm just about to ****.
That's life.
The end.

Anybody out there ?
Ooh,it's still just me
Trying to communicate
while wanting to flee.
chemicals and synapses
forming a disastrous flaw
Internal wrangling
This curtain will not draw.
i express myself to an empty space
i look in the mirror
But I don't see my face
I'm cursed to debate,everything alone
a dog with no friendship
And a meatless bone.
24 hours,another passing day
A playground without children
empty and grey
Swings  and roundabouts
Are  still going to war
if I was a believer would I still
Have this flaw.

Sitting on the Evil wall
Debating with myself
Shall I give good a call.
Communication a wipeout,
A septic flaw,
How can one love?
When you can't be sure.
I sit on the wall
With a wide arsed grin
Demons with Sabres  start
to be riotous within,
all I have to do is to make the call
Yet its another wipeout

Chimes of the bell
Never to return
You went to your death
My heart will burn
Lost without you
I will have to pray
That we will rejoin
On a sweet summer day