Cycle

sitting silenced wasted on space

fluctuating indications

empty nowheres

of yesterdays futures

hope and neglect

litter the floors

of tomorrows past

get drunk on the drink

of cigarettes and tears

safe and proven fears

indications

situations

stress and aggravation

way beyond annihilation

pre-tune to another station

time for misinterpretation

or just watch your tele

having a hard day?

blame someone else

it’s easy

got a fucked life?

hate someone else

it’s easy

have a nice day

with a bomb in a box

back with a vengeance

back with the pox

back with a gun

in a plastic bag

back for the money

that no-one saves

and sanity is nothing more

than a coin operated emotion shield

have you got ten cents

oh sanity you whore

why can’t i find a picture

of you in my dictionary

why to live

what to give

how much

how soon

dabble with reason

question the whys

a covetous presumption

that sees without eyes

attack solid logic

it’s mathematical lies

special rooms for the “don’t sees”

private cool unique

a ticket to every doorway

one hundred million keys

we now have a new disease

no need for fat-fed tabloid sleaze

page three is a special

we still got top taut suntanned tits

we got special little bits

and headlines

that read like a motherfucker

safe in the suburbs?

safe in your mind?

good insurance covers both

either way...

you lose!

a six pack

a six gun

a sixth sense

a sick punk

endless combinations

of all of the above

locked behind these silent scarred walls

i yell and scream for signs

see a movie

read a book

escape your mind

embrace the void

not that left behind

it’s way beyond blood and piss

the pus

the stuff of life

beyond anything anywhere

this is now

extra heavy

this is cool

this is not

play the game right

you won’t get shot

get shown

who’s who

and what’s what

a guest star on a late night show

a guest star they won’t fucking know

this is where when why and what will go

a guest star they won’t fucking know

and the alarming statistics

are now one in three

which is less than you want

more than you’re given credit for

and more than you’re allowed to apply for

the irrelevant revelations

hang by hooks on the door

waste away and wither in dust

fragrant intoxication

insect manipulation

grammatical equation (a=e if x/y=thus)

puzzles and more

walls of solid decay

zone off, divide

highlight enhance

and then fade

clearer than Dolby or DAT

sharper than the Jap’s

a currency of faith

running in the red

freight trains of doubt

running in the head

drill bits and chainsaws

ice hockey masks

neutered obscurity

blend and descend

get into and out of your mind

show and don’t be led

sitting silenced spaced on waste

indications fluctuating

no where’s empty

and tomorrow

is just

gonna’

happen