What’s living inside haunts us all to the grave and far beyond but you’d better not say

The chimney stacks that prop the sky your history holds and digs in its heels and you better be shore

It keeps me guessing, am I better off not knowing?

Because given the chance you make a run for it and I’ll be there with my hands held high

Brace yourself!

Turn your cheek they will do it again

Because you’re empty lungs that bend the truth they will march you up and down again but I'm half way there

It’s all on the track it’s all the line

I can’t understand

No such word

If it’s not in your head it’s not in your heart

Hot knife sinking through the butter it’s the tip of the icebergs

So what do you want now?

The moon on a stick I suppose

You don’t settle you don’t settle

To comprehend the consequences of you’re actions