View this as you would An unruly child Throwing his toys out As he demands acknowledgement ATTENTION! I’m a virus But common colds don’t Threaten anyone these days. So there you go. Here’s Oscar-winning penicillin. Tunnel vision rips apart the stupor I can’t remember if I am a liar I must be stopped-stripped-nailed back to a circle that I analyse & draw conclusions from A moment to describe some weakness: A child feeds ducks & runs in the sun 21 years later a greasy confessional New sin. New tones. Quick smiles. View me as you would a fat cunt whinging about their sweating folds, crying on every bite, Begging to be big enough to be a Jeremy Kyle martyr. I’m a failure as a human but fuck me anyway babydoll Another birthday, drink to the dark closing in I’m praying someone will smash my fucking face in I must be stopped, stripped back to a circle so Decadent, luxurious, I observe myself Half-speed, chewed, gnawed, torn, burnt-out, rotten I’d like to stop hating but at least anger’s active And when I was 16, 28 was senile There’s no end, you- don’t recover, you- fail Ah fuck this. Down to a dot with the darkness closing in I’m at a total fucking loss, but fuck me anyway I must be stopped, dragged back to a cradle that I despise & tear my future from “I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness; starving, hysterical, naked, dragging themselves…”

You climb to the top of the tallest trees And I know it’s not enough for you Like maybe (when you’re looking at this wasteland) You’re higher now than before but I’m Slashing and burning the forest down To build your independent dam round a cesspool of need So you were salvation, I’m not my own redemption ‘Cause there’s a difference, I guess, I’m not autonomous But only cavemen are afraid of the dark But when dawn comes I’ll already be dressed Moments that stick but I’m trying to reassess Misheard lyrics & endless bullshit A banquet of sweetened lies Half of two is always weaker than all of one I’m keeping a lid on the hate but it’s poisoning my veins. I Say I don’t care anymore. Fuck that. It’s ok, brutal but cauterised, one more lucky lucky fucking burn, Another half-life survival but better a scar than septic, something draining And tigers hunt alone. Tigers hunt alone. When the fences fall I’ll already be fed. Might as well rip the stitches, might as well walk Might as well rip the stitches, might as well walk Might as well rip the stitches, might as well walk Might as well rip the stitches, might as well walk Might as well rip the stitches, might as well walk Might as well rip the stitches, might as well walk

This was shit so I’m rewriting it To convince and pacify anarchists A panellist applauding the scandalous Annihilist - a copy - a counterfeit As civil as a war As cold as the dawn I say things said before My time of relevance is gone A novelist pretends he’s an optimist To speak of his beliefs as a pessimist And I am this - dishonest apologist Annihilist - a shameless revisionist Blind, you belong underground with the moles, donkeys kicking & screaming I have: fulfilled my potential Howling animals, this is heaven. Carving out, now this is heaven Or infancy without a future As civil as a war As cold as the dawn I say things said before My time of relevance is gone This was shit so I’m rewriting it To convince and pacify anarchists A panellist applauding the scandalous Annihilist - a copy - a counterfeit

The day I was born I was raised to the ground I was razed to be a gentleman With pleases and thank yous In sarcastic vacuums I'm a coward on the battlement It's a sin to be this good It's a sin to look this good It's a sin, I'm no sinner Because sinners always win The day I was worn I was worn out to start Were you pleased to see your little man Grow to be a failure Grow up to be bitter With a sense of entitlement?

A wolf stalks through the landscape he hunted in And can’t remember where he buried the bones So he has to go out and hunt again Eventually he forgets he was ever a scavenger Fear of aging. Unoriginal, right? Even though I mean it more Than anything else I’ve said. I feel used up But that’s ok. Sometimes the noise fades. There were endless mistakes. I wouldn’t start it again. Now I know what it takes, I wouldn’t start it again. Maybe I seem like I opened my eyes, but I’m afraid I threw up my hands ‘Cos if anyone cared, they would start it again. There is something that I only scratched at When I kicked & screamed at 17, I understand more Than I ever did back then. Scratching at Your skin for years leaves you clean, at least. There were endless mistakes. I wouldn’t start it again. Now I know what it takes, I wouldn’t start it again. If the noise fades and you stop screaming, it doesn’t mean you caved in But if I really cared, I would start it again.