
Down under the night sky
I lay in wait
Praying to whoever would listen to me
I’d fashioned my own cross
Been crushed by it’s weight
There’s no stronger message
Than dirt in your face
11 years, 5 albums, 3 concerts and I still love those Welsh bastards.
relax, just sit back and absorb
make sure you’ve got all that you can’t afford
listen for your cue, to help you deal with the shame
it makes you wonder who is holding on to the reigns
it’s the way its always been and the way it will remain
it doesn’t matter when you’ve got nothing to believe
and why be born again if it’s so hard to get in
it doesn’t matter when you’ve got nothing to believe
don’t bother trying…
sit down! Shut up… just consume and be bored
you know your place and you’ll find it’s so easy to ignore
that everybody knew it wasn’t gonna be tame
cause honey the kill is just part of the game
From the dawn of time, should come as no surprise
what we’ve set out to achieve
a little pressure there, a little money here
and they’ll be begging us please
we’ll make it squeaky clean ignore the blood for now
mundane and so pristine come on just dance to the sound!
think it over…
Deja Coup - boysetsfire

And my heart is heavy from the pain I have
Building up my tears I can’t control
And this burden on my shoulders is bearing down hard
So I’m holding out for someone to come and help me
I will write in words of fire
I will write them on your skin
I will write about desire
Write beginnings, write of sin
You’re the book I love the best,
your skin only holds my truth,
you will be a palimpsest
lines of age rewriting youth
You will not burn upon the pyre
Or be buried on the shelf
You’re my letter to desire:
And you’ll never read yourself
I will trace each word and comma
As the final dusk descends,
You’re my tale of dreams and drama,
Let us find out how it ends
- Neil Gaiman