Till my head into the ground Make my heartbeat Loud No sound Give my money to the deaf-blind Heat-readers found in the shrunken alleyways Beneath the old red sky Fund me a place to rest for when I die And I'll be at peace For a while Take my clean sheet and ink it Greet my misdemeanours with applause And discontent Find me a bed to rest in and a holy box To confess in And I'll be rent, Two men in one Hate blatantly inflates states of irate behaviour. Clearly fear steers us here, merely waiting for a saviour Arguably part of me's hardly free but restricted Locked, blocked, stocked up with the convicted My faded days played, staked on phased wheel-spins Forlorn, worn, adorned and warmed by my real sins Capitulate my emotional dependency For men in black ties who'd seek My impeachment A devalued currency still has worth as a trinket And no philosophy is hollow til you overthink it Greed Leave me motionless Test my eyesight slowly Lowly do I come, pleading Asking you or at least someone to need me You're distant though Fading. Father me. I'd rather be raised by too many dads than not enough Rather be overwhelmed by inspiration than find creating tough Till my head into the ground Make Make my heartbeat My Loud No sound Heartbeat Give my money Loud to the deaf-blind Heat-readers found No sound in the shrunken alleyways Beneath the old red sky

Building, Reap and shepherd Shifting, Seasons turning Zach de la rock and roll Icono-geographical cataclysm Mathematical theorems and serums Diluting like Vladamir Putin polluting Abusing and reusing the tired old response of the masters, Faster (Building, Reap and shepherd Shifting) Faster than lightweight Heady as liquor Thicker than blood-lust and envy combined (Seasons turning) Thicker than bloodlust and envy combined, You were only supposed to blow away their bloody minds The mindset's forgetting For gifting a date to the aged And ages pass and all we've cast aside returns Strayed beyond recommended dose, Burned, Close to ruin Nation against nation Warned by history - Warned by his story, and hers Building, Reap and shepherd Shifting, Seasons turning Cracked pavement Prophets bring a redemptive message in plagiarism Faded hey-day nostalgic heretic organisms decay, Starved in a bid to find a cure for hedonism And heroism's punished cos there's no space for heroes In a world where a one is an inefficient zero (Building, Reap and shepherd Shifting, Seasons turning) And heroism's punished cos there's no room for heroes In a world where a one is an inefficient zero And heroism is punished cos there's no room for heroes In a world where a one is an inefficient zero And heroism is punished cos there's no room for heroes In a world where a one is an inefficient zero And heroism is punished cos there's no room for heroes In a world where a one is an inefficient zero Heroism's punished... no room for heroes...

What you're recommending's Transcending my offense Your denigration's delightful And it stands in your defense You sold me when you told me to get up against the fence So you could execute me, in a fatalistic sense. My mind's overturning With a thirst for opportunity I'm dashing around town With a p'raps unwise impunity More of a menace to myself, though, than any "threat to the community" But my sins are ubpunishable, got a diplomat's immunity And I'd be afraid of you If you could maim, or even scar us But you won't be here long, As well as being harmless You're soon to be reduced to a subtle stack of stardust And I'll be free of your masochistic harness And I can't even think about A single word that you've said I won't lay down and allow these lies to take root inside my head. And I can't even think about A single word that you've said I won't lay down and allow these lies to take root inside my head. No I can't even think about A single word that you've said I won't lay down and allow these lies to take root inside my head. No I can't even think about A single word that you've said I won't lay down and allow these lies to take root inside my head. I cannot think about A single word you've said I won't lay down and allow these lies to take root inside my head I cannot think about A single word you've said I won't lay down and allow these lies to take root inside my head What you're recommending's Transcending my offense Your denigration's delightful And it stands in your defense You sold me when you told me to get up against the fence So you could execute me, in a fatalistic sense And while you whine for sweets Like a brat that's always eating I'll be by the poolside Relaxing, dipping my feet in Your assault feels pretty potent But the bulk of it is fleeting You may as well give up the fight Because you are already beaten

I'm talking smack behind my back, yo Talking smack behind my back I'm talking smack behind my back, yo Talking smack behind my back I'm talking smack behind my back, yo Talking smack behind my back I'm talking smack behind my back, yo! (Now tell me, where's the sense in that?) I'm talking about myself behind my own back Snapped my tether to my reputation Elation abandoned in pursuit of the dull I mull over my own actions, I judge, Fudge the details, slur my name Defame myself shamelessly Honestly, I do! It's a habit Rabbiting self-smack endlessly Heresy against my person Earthing my darkside in my own self critique But at least in this, I ain't unique We do enjoy self deprecation, The nation does it as a pastime - "It's fine!" you say, "that's Britishness!" What's this? What utter bullshit I spit on God-damn self-hatred Naked despising of myself Unhealthy negative thinking Drinking to forget how great we are Starving our souls of worth Hurting our chances at any kind of well-being, No, I cannot abide the shit that I'm seeing 'Cause you - yes, YOU - are a rockstar, Not far from achieving excellence Elegance is within your grasp So ask yourself: are you really THAT crap? Attack the lie that you suck, Duck and dive, avoid the fire That the liar is shooting at your sanity And vanity is not what I'm seeking here But I fear we're all so far from that, Black from white, that much opposed So just try and like yourself, I suppose...

I'm taking all the time that I can to appreciate All the things I miss I'm taking all the time that I can to appreciate All the little things, the minor bliss I'm taking all the time that I can to appreciate All the things I miss I'm taking all the time that I can to appreciate All the little things, the minor bliss I was forcefully evicted from a life I've never known Forcefully injected to a place that I never chose Laughing 'cause I'm crying 'cause I'm undecided To whether or not I can hide it, My confusion about this situation One I've not yet encountered I need to learn to swim before I start to flounder And I can't even get these next lines out my mouth 'Cause I'm like, where am I? I'm taking all the time that I can to appreciate All the things I miss Taking all the time that I can to appreciate All the little things, the minor bliss I'm taking all the time that I can to appreciate All the things I miss Taking all the time that I can to appreciate All the little things, the minor bliss And what I foresaw was foreshadowed by an omen I've forsaken all that I had that wasn't stolen I've broken every promise that I ever received And I feel that those closest to me have been deceived By my misunderstanding of actions and consequences And my subconscious need to maintain my defenses And my heart and mind collude and are colliding My will to assert's been overrided By this fear that all that I love that I have will be vanishing in an instant That my contentment will soon fade into the distance And my vertigo kicks in as I climb this rime And I'm... I'm panicking These days as I ponder what could never have been I'm relying more heavily on things yet unseen My mind runs riot like a racecar, Using these experiences thus far while speculating what the future will be I'm wastefully waiting for my fate to stop shaking I'm making a molehill of this mountain And this fountain of youth seems rapidly dwindling As I miss the now, and I'm just like, Where did my life go? I'm taking all the time that I can to appreciate All the things I miss Taking all the time that I can to appreciate All the little things I'm taking all the time that I can to appreciate All the things I miss Taking all the time that I can to appreciate All the little things, the minor bliss

Take a leaf out of their book and they'll tell you where to go Take a leaf out of their book and they'll tell you where to go And they'll tell you where to go And they'll tell you where to go Take a leaf out of their book and they'll tell you where to go We're lords, wards against black arts, Hordes of black darts Haints, apparitions manifest within black hearts And cracked starts Blackboards, tests, tribulations, Information, relegation of the restless ox-carts We cross fords - and like saints, the water parts Been deceived by life's box-art, Partly bitter, fittingly remiss Blissed out on elation, Flittering away your best on finger-painted art. Estimated death-toll-charts, Graphs depicting misery Averaged across centuries for accurate predictions The highest bidder's a sinner, Festered from lack, Stacks of creation cross and criss the shack which we've detested. You're sick, a stickman hurrying to flavour The bricks of your foundation With the curried favour you gained Through prostration And fights picked with your saviour Exhibiting behaviour reminiscent of hicks, Actions oft thick with the slick of worry, A slurry of frustration, fright, Panicked antics a reflection of projections Seen in the years that made ya insatiable Lusting for faux-premonitions of Wealth and beauty, delighting in speculations Equal parts hollow, vain, and ugly And these blights They restrict with the inflection of your lisp, Rejections unpick your delight tonight while we bicker, Sticklers for our non-negotiable rights Take a leaf out of their book, and they'll tell you where to go... We're famous for outrageous staged claims, Made stranger by fostered thoughts, festering They descend like space invaders We bark up trees laden with what limits us Squinting to see sinister figures in the distance Who degrade and diminish us Karma departs us, and faced with our hardness We depart these armies as they're proved to be disastrous Advanceless wastes of space Straining at chains left us fading and Destitute, penniless as though these fading days hate us But now that our cells are open and barless We simply stare through the gaps in our own fear of changing Failing through fear to even get near to failures Idly waiting for idols to save us... Take a leaf out of their book and they'll tell you where to go Take a leaf out of their book and they'll tell you where to go And they'll tell you where to go And they'll tell you where to go Take a leaf out of their book and they'll tell you where to go And they'll tell you where to go And they'll tell you where to...