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Swing In A Dream 



The wires in the stream

From rubble to my dream 

I worry in my sleep

Rococo curves you soothe me 


To live inside the frame 

And forget everything 

A swing inside a dream

And all theyll do is scream


Come back to float away

A few more inches of rain

I worry in my sleep

Rococo curves don’t leave me


To live inside the frame 

And forget everything 

A swing inside a dream

And all they'll do is scream 


We’re waking up

To straight lines

We float away

Bye bye 


Devils Den



Pouring the water

Into the hollows

Vingegar Tom and all his friends will drink for free

Am i fool?

Tempting you


Do you know what you’ve done?

No i haven’t a clue

Well you’re dead if you float

And you’re dead if you sink

Do you know what you’ve done?

No i haven’t a clue

All these fears and beliefs

They’ll do funny things to you


Pouring the water

Into the hollows

Vinegar Tom and all his friends will drink for free

Am i fool?

Tempting you


In the devils…

In the devils…

In the devils den


Fears and beliefs they’ll do funny things to you 

Do you know what you’ve done?

No i haven’t a clue

You’re dead if you float and you’re dead if you sink

All those fears and beliefs will do funny things to you


Pouring the water

Into the hollows

Pouring the water

Into the hollows

Pouring the water 

Into the hollows

Pouring the water 

The devils den 


Siphon Song 



My shaky hands, in the morning when I'm being beamed back down

I log onto the website, where a 2D flame surrounds the building I'm in now

Ask, 'Do you see the bodies?'

They're strewn around like plastic in the wind

The bigger picture is immobile when you're used to only seeing from the ends


It cracks me up

It gets me out, but it's pulling me down

Clipped from the sides, you're looking rough. Was that another month gone?

Can't get the kick, or taste the salt and now the memory's gone

It shoots me up

It gets me out, but it's pulling me down



Undergrowth



Put your thumb and finger around my neck

The wooden knob on a cabinet 

Pull me open and see 

Whats inside

Do you worry about what comes next?
This new obliquness that we’ll deal with 

Just pull me open and see whats inside


Ergonomic for the rest of my days 

I’d rather melt melt melt melt melt away

Ergonomic for the rest of my days 

I’d rather melt melt melt melt melt away

Ergonomic for the rest of my days 

I’d rather melt melt melt melt melt away

Ergonomic for the rest of my days 

I’d rather melt melt melt melt


Did you imagine a great white plane?

With every detail of a filmic grain?

Are you a cynic, just like me?

Quick and easy undergrowth consume me


You’ll never know i’m even there

You’ll never know i'm even there

You’ll never know i'm even there


Well this isn’t what i wanted

So many options to be disappointed

Beneath the things you don’t think about 

In the undergrowth where i melt


You’ll never know i’m even there


The Blades



We spin

We dive

The blades 

Can change your mind 

We spin

We dive 

The blades

Will keep you safe tonight 


Oh, your broken bones

Joyriding in the sky

Oh, you poor poor thing

You glowing people lost your way 


Oh your broken bones

Oh your just telling lies

oh  you poor poor thing 

Oh you’re just telling lies again


Oh we spin

Oh we dive

Oh we keep you safe

Never mind that noise outside


All those cameras from up high

They make you all look grey

Joyriding in the sky

The blades will make you pay


Thousand people down below

They’re bending in the wind 

With their arms stretched open wide

They’re just blades of grass old enough to be trimmed


And they’re bendingb in the wind

And they’re bending in the wind

And they’re begging to be trimmed


Back to bed

Another mans hand on the joystick instead 

Of mine

He spins

He dives

Oh what's the noise outside?

Panes of glass

An action man

playing god for a job

I spin

I dive

I whirl around

Asleep 

Trying, at least

Won't they stop?

Come back down

It’s ever so expensive to run that around 

The city 

Burns

The blades 

Turn

All those cameras from up high 

They make you gray 

You’ve lost your mind

Through thick black smoke

Pissing in the street 

Avoiding all the people 

That you’d wish to meet

Someday 

Oh someday




After The Flash



You’ve been searching for this

Just a little normal

I’ve been doing the dishes

Playing parlour games

Your smile fades

Quicker than its made

Sometimes

Sometimes


After the flash

All the panel hosts 

They stay hydrated

And they tell me jokes

Staring into the stalls

All demonic faces

They lap me up

They spit me out

They lap me up

Don’t spit me out

My smile fades

Quicker than its made

My smile fades

Quicker than its made

Sometimes

Sometimes


Oh parlour games

My closest friends

Smile from ear to ear

How hard can it be?

To live a normal life

To make a nation cry

Oh parlour games 

Oh parlour games

Could i keep it up?

Could i keep it up?

Could i keep it up?

Could i keep it up?


Green Light



Wheres the best place to sit if this all goes wrong?

Maybe the middle

Maybe the back

Well, what if i can’t get out?


Green light from across the way

Visibility decreasing but not for me? 

I think i read this in a book when i was young 

And it still sticks

It just sticks 


Through the cracks of the door 

Where the sunlight hits my skin

Green light forever more 

Over your shoulder


Through the cracks of the door 

Where the sunlight hits my skin

Green light forever more 

Over your shoulder


All those symbols i just don't understand

A running man

A set of eyes darting up and darting down

An exit and an entrance, but which one is which? 

Mouths move in slow motion


Through the cracks of the door 

Where the sunlight hits my skin

Green light forever more

I think i read that before

What do you want?

Well i want you

What do you want?

Well i want you


Mouths move 

In slow motion

It’s all they do

It’s all they do


If you had seen the bull’s swimming attempts you would have stayed away




With the mice and the rats

In the plans for the street

Making cream making butter

In the cracks under feet


With the mice and the rats

In the plans for the street

Making cream making butter

In the cracks under feet



Talk, dont, speak

Tiny, left, feet

Crawl, under, streams

Walk, don’t, creep

Stand on, call from, chairs   (Death of the language, time spent on dry ground)

Shoot up, look for, flares    (Back of the roman, swim in the chlorine)


Gold letters every one

At night or in the sun

Drawing sulphurous air

Gold letters every


Dredge in the water, fill in the fences, hole in the sink

Living with others, warmth food and water, wait in the corner

Lie on the sawdust, stuck on two teeth, bite on the shell


Under, plaster, wanted, snake food, bite down, gutter, wire, forehead