Cold white sky like milk this morning Sirens flash like Christmas lights Behind every window someone's alive My eyes are too sore though the days are too bright The world is too tall to sit on without swaying The day is too knew to be over for ages All over this city people are hungry For things they don't know the names off It's all just bricks and lights and bodies Muscles twitching, head snap back the glitches All these pretty pictures, there must be more to life then pixels Life has her hands on her pistol She swears she'll not be ours again Life will keep her lonely vigil Slow to start but fast to end with Sitting itch are cuts and scratches Crying in our mothers kitchens Is this love or dead or marriage Is this life or is life different Do something please Scream that you hear me Let this be more then the feeding I harbour Let this be ours Let there be more here then wages and page free and lager And waiting for trains home Waiting for trains in Waiting for life to begin And then waiting for life to be over And babies and not saying nothing Let alone safe me from stranges
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I can't take the stench any more Nothing is real Nothing is trying to even pretend that it is That ever is too loud The whole fucking place is shrouded in myst Unless we can't see But it sticks in our throats When we're out for a couple But trouble wants us And we fall in a rubble And we give it our blood And we go out for a cuddle And this is enough for you This is enough But this is not enough not at all And this is enough This is enough This is not enough not at all But here is a tree growing steadily steadily Not being nothing but all that it is Not even grounded Holding it's own in the concrete the rumbling of cars and the dogpiss It doesn't want anything It is what it is And I feed it I'm dwarfed by it's wisdom I'm ?? by its colours I feel every fibre And this is survival Be what you are in the mess and the violence Don't collect rivals Seek out asylums Find something sacred in all of this silence I breath out more comfortable Hold my ?? in Legs as roots they carry me deeper down There's always some small bit of peace to be found Even when nothing is true and love hates you Even when nothing is true and love hates you Even when nothing is true and love hates you There's always some small bit of peace to be found
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