Project myself out of the corner and into the crowd
Cut my hair. Talk about books. Grow tired. Don't really care

Important stuff is happening. Leave me the fuck alone

Never reach the realm, touch the borders of this colony
The lengths people go to, to appear friendly
Excessive lies escape a solitary domain
Go away before I tear the place down

Friday night, get pissed. Saturday doesn't exist
Sunday evening gives me rest. Monday morning, get dressed

Don't mean anything to anyone. Mean everything to everyone

Urban bitterness imprisoned in old, torn shadows
Worn out papers of trash and words without any real weight

Stained eyes behind curtains, shattered view upon the unfocused
Too frail to zoom, lock myself in. Never leave this room

Emotions polarised by boring and tedious rhetoric
Devoid of colour. Comfort versus the erotic. A discontented heretic

Inconclusive and bleak, it's been a still-going week
Unsupportive and wrong – I am still going strong

Swallow another pill, shallow and still
Don't move, don't react. Enact, and then disappear

Some of the things you say are actually quite hurtful
Some of the things you do you shouldn't really have done
Pretentious presumptions are met by preemptive protests

Eclectic non-erratic, my choices are direct. Judgement passes by
Everything is discarded on this first day of the rest of my life

Pronounce all letters and words. Spot the difference
It is all in the deliverance. Nothing is given away for free

Look to old films to illustrate what's missing now
Read old books because nothing new excites me

I can only hint at changes. I can only suggest, nothing is said
See through the past to understand the present
Stay indoors with poetry, shun the outside by turning it upside-down
Prolong the illusion. Stay in bed. Be humble, be obedient, be afraid