Sold me to my conscience
Weed me from God’s arm chair
Sew my bib onto her sleeve
And dab the wound I left there

She sits empowered on his pavement
Just watching the tide
Most simpleness died
To ween us off band aid pleasure
And find such a smile that I stole from the child inside

Such a gash in my mind
But hello and goodnight
Found a use for my time
An abuse of my pride
Learn to use what we cry
As an excuse to die
Should we wake the next day
We will play the same game

Put my lips to your head
Tell your brain you are dead
Kiss your memories sweet
As a pet left unfed
Lie in grass and resent
All the days that you spent
In your medicine flooding your skin to amen

Hail to the flood, the one I’ve always known
And ride the breath drawn out of me
Where lily white regrow
Beyond that dumb reflection
Smiles the zombie I’ve come to know
Cries 'I never would’ve killed you
Had I known I killed a clone'

No marmalade sunset returns the warmth I owned
Pushing fingers as a puppeteer to animate her bones

So prone to his alphabetised mixed sensations
To see what becomes of shit from her relation
I learnt how to cry without wasting my time, your time
Seemed so much fresher for faith demands pressure
No green will grow out of here, take yourself, make yourself
Disappear until you’re found, after friends had shed a tear
Now you scurry every hole, look for where you left your soul
It’s always in the first place that you put it last, to someone’s heart
And leave that cunt to misery for you to be but nothing left
In moonlight-soaked sweet sodomy, perfected sleeping winter ghosts
Of dead friend faces, every one, everyone is gone
No reason to be here at all to roam this empty heaven
As it leaves the blankets of the sun behind a million miles
Yet it’s never dark, yonder she come, mend amongst their watching eyes

Yonder she comes, she comes
Yonder she comes,
8 seconds of my life is too much time to think of what I’ve done

Yonder she comes, she comes
Yonder she comes,
Carries nothing but a frail smile, eroding to a million crumbs

At ease my son
Look what I’ve done
My semen's kissed ripe ovaries, but not for free

But do forget
You were born as a debt
And every second Sunday’s a bore to me

For I will love you for the rest of your life
When you’re alive
And when you’re dead, you’re so alive
For I will think about you more than then

Endorphin romance is bound for all
Should I just push for relief in my sore?

Memory and kindness, strictly in Christmas cards
Where I refine in such juvenile blindness
She’s knelt at the altar of my failing promises
Self-esteem mends when skin irritates

Die, yes master
And milk my children in rapture

Die, yes master
Say it ain’t so in my posture

Impregnated funerals with satin draped grave pits
Appealing in every sense, need not goodbye
I’d jump head first in lullaby oblivion
And cover me
And hold my hand from underground
Til I’m born o’ divinity

Die, yes master
And milk my children in rapture

Die, yes master
Say it ain’t so in my posture

My friends are deaf
My enemy becomes
My friends again
My enemy has won
My friends are deaf
My enemy becomes
My friends again
My enemy becomes

Lucas is dead
Lucas is dead
Lucas is dead and he likes it that way

Patti May’s dead
Patti May’s dead
Patti May’s dead and she likes it that way

Lizzey is dying
Lizzey is dying
Lizzey is dying and she likes it that way

Kimberley’s dying
Kimberley’s dying
Kimberley’s dying but she wants to stay

I can be big wherever I’m small
I can be big wherever I’m small
I can be big wherever I’m small
I can be big wherever I’m small

We’re all dead and dying
We’re all dead and dying
We’re all dead and dying and yonder it comes

We’re all dead and dying
The bodies we’re prized with
Are all dead and dying and yonder it comes

I can be big wherever I’m small