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Cyclothymia –


I wake up to an epiphany everyday, buzzing with thoughts, high on adrenaline.

Catapulted into the stratosphere with nothing more than a basket of dreams and tears of fear.

There is no come down from this everlasting nightmare.

The switch is neither on or off the fuse is merely pulsating to the beat of dread.

Desperately willing to cut the cord, hoping for nature to break my fall.

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Radio


You think your so sophisticated
But I just think it’s cheap

Hold onto that desparate moment
Your ready for the heap

Whsipering words that fool us
Trapping us in the deep

It takes a psychopath to know this
Your leading us like sheep

Destitute but moving foward
dawn cannot become morning

Theres no place for this nonsense
Your scared now it’s just boring

I have seen it in your eyes
You where the one who never cries

So don’t play me like a radio
Don’t play me like a radio

Put me out my missery

A drip dropping to the ground
Forgetting where I am

Holding onto what I can
Shhh don’t make a sound
The monsters are trying to get me

Blacked out eyes
Preaching lovers lullabies
Scorched amber skies
Taking over, haunting me
Sad sad times
Turning sober I know it’s over
Your playing me like a radio
Your playing me like a radio
Your play—ing me like a rad—-io

You think your so sophisticated
But I just think it’s cheap

Theres no place for this nonsense
Your scared now it’s just boring

It takes a psychopath to know this
Your leading us like sheep

But I’ll keep walking
I’ll keep walking
Walking till your over me

Blacked out eyes
Preaching lovers lullabies
Scorched amber skies
Taking over, haunting me
Sad sad times
Turning sober I know it’s over
Your playing me like a radio
Your playing me like a radio
Your play—ing me like a rad—-io

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storms are coming


Black sky’s surround us once and for all 

The time has come to approach this

I’ll try and catch your fall 

If only, if only there was a way to forget this

Maybe then we would be ok Maybe then we could get away…I once knew a place 

A place where everything would be ok 

But you forgot to sing and you gave it all away 

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Social endeavours of an empty mind…


I look at these people with concern,
So desperate to arrange an encounter –
On Facebook, twitter and MySpace?
Feeling sorry for them, I feel the need –
To scream.

Social plebs of the underground,
Address your bullshit
with the spoken word.
Don’t feed us with such rubbish.
Caress our minds, the gift of interest
Would be of great purpose
The real you add the real me
Equals the best of us.

Write a status worth writing
Not just – off on the lash with the girls.
It’s ridiculous to think that you are
Fabulous when really
– when push comes to shove
You are merely hideous.

Forget this your too busy
Writing a post about
What you had for tea
Your current bowl movements
How men are idiots
How that girl is a tramp
Fuck you

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