Wordsworth is stoned tits and he’s wandering aimlessly. As high as cumulus and full of ice; Methamphetashame! Dogs were smoking like Sherlock Holmes, friends were cupboard visiting, I’m too busy tripping balls and spitting cotton ritalin. He grabbed a ferret and a baseball bat, inside his granny’s bobble hat. I was stopped drinking and driving last night, by a lamppost, Dad can you pick me up? Plain clothes man, keep your eyes on the watchman, who wants to be a frogman, and turned into the boogeyman who came from outer space man, I need some space man. I’m in a state man.

The results are in, you did not win. I have everything, and I still don't have enough. Sipping expensive scotch while bemoaning having it rough. Another minute wasted wondering what to do when I’m just getting wasted to forget about you. I have everything, and I still don’t have enough. The results are in, you did not win It’s mind control, it’s mind control, gave up control for mind control. Flickering past, your comforting mask, neuro linguistic programming. I live a life of luxury, in a crippling spiritual gloom. I need a bigger TV but I just can’t find the room. I thought I needed some god to keep me afloat, all I really needed was a bigger boat. Got sick of treading water while the sharks took bites out of me. Laughing at a moron’s nervous breakdown, poking at the bear with a stick. Then some more dead air, before a fatty in a chair says “it’s enough to fucking make me sick of your lies and your cheap disguise, I’m a pregnant woman so I’m keeping my wonky eye on you, one eye on you with your pale erection, lie detection!” Hey, sit right there in my special chair, here’s a monster with a medal for you. He won’t touch you yet, but never forget, he’s got a disco van, where he gets to. Fuck you all! Here's the Lotto draw! I have a nightmare neighbour and he’s living four doors away from you, oh why are you? With your one direction, misdirection. Results are in, you did not win.

234 here we go, you getting this? Another new style guaranteed to make you piss your pants and dance, you’re gonna dance like you pissed your pants and all the people say “look at that man, look at that, there man”. Thought he was the man but he never had a plan, stumbling around blind like a sheep in a pen. There I go, thinking about sex again. It’s the Welsh in me, I can’t help it see. You can call me a sheep shagger and I ain’t no bragger but I’ll walk around with a woolly dick, Look at my swagger. A new order with a fascist twist, snook right up with an open fist. Trigger3391133, ancient blood’s numerology; You caught us looking away. You caught us sleeping with both eyes closed but it won’t happen again. I won’t ever give a fuck what you think, standing round with my balls out, sipping my drink. Fetch some ice, let’s make this party, grab some awards and call the illuminati. We’ll get some black and white chequer up in this bad bitch, dress like Baphomet, and burn a witch. Call the BBC, lets get some…Oh, no, wait, not the BBC them filthy pricks. Bad old Aunty went and hid that yellow toothed rat defiling those kids with his jangling chains and royal connections…oop, here they come, play the National Anthem. Swaggering in with the Ermin and gold, fucking little kiddies and eating dem souls. Sucking it up through a straw like a thick shake and passing it on to the next of the great power makers, equity takers. They stole all the bread then burned down the bakers. Snatched it all up, and threw up the fence but I can see you up there, from my place in your consequence. Gonna go back now, shut my yap now, kiss my nan and buy some daps. Eat some cheese on toast and that, but I Couldn’t get gone leaving all this tension, just one thing I had to mention:- Political games and Fake news distraction render you inert; that’s a thing of no action. The whole damn system got us all trumped, waited til we were snoozing, then in they jumped. The Georgia Guidestones told you what and Dallas International graphs the plot. As we circle each other in impotent rages growling prayer from self-imposed cages, their plot rolls on to its final stages. Got us all lined up like sheep, no pen. There I go, thinking about sex again

Breakdown, there’s going to be a shakedown, you know I’m bummed out. This package contains explosives. Breakdown, there’s going to be a shakedown, you know I’m freaked out. Once upon a time. Bomb. I wish for you to know my name, call me banality, my epitaph will read “genius in his own mind”. I’m the last man on earth and I want to fucking get off, I’m a stranger in a strange universe. Counting the days to keep my sanity, I’m on the fucking edge, talk me down Harry. There’s nothing left that I can give to you, you got dreams? Maybe I could borrow a few. I’ve not got a couch, but I do have a gun, and I’m looking to kill someone. A second, a minute, an hour, a day too soon, you always left too soon.. A day, a week, a month, a year too soon, all you left was your perfume.

Twenty past nine, quarter to four; Dust never settles. I saw you crying like a little boy who’d lost his favourite toy. Dust never settles. Twenty to nine, quarter to eight; Dust never settles. Your two forms of expression are silence and rage. Or is that just the cocaine? Dust never settles. Deep throat, bat fink. What about the fucking “barroom” thing? Gambling debts and mental health, not why your father tried to kill his self? Deep throat, bat fink. What about the fucking “barroom” thing? Pro life abortion mum, can’t believe you forgot that one. Dust never settles.

Game Over man, there’s nothing worth saving. Stand at my back and get your white flag waving. So what if it’s true? What if it’s true? What are you going to do? What? Running your jaw like a diesel engine, never going to change because the man is not bending, so what are you going to do? It’s game over man, there’s nothing worth saving, stand at my back and get your white flag waving. Running like a child already powered by 5g. It’s game over man, you’re full of that shit, and the man already mandated it. Bill Gates couldn’t wait, got a better plan for you and me. So what if it’s true, what if it’s true? And there’s nothing you can do! Hahaha! There's a poison in the sky and the lights burn my eyes. There’s a man with a plan and a thin disguise, so what are you going to do? Let me take you on back into prehistory, where an ancient cousin of the chimpanzee was foraging for food on the planes in desperation. Then he gobbled those shrooms and they blew his mind so I’ll take you all further on forward in time to a quest for fire and the desire to map the heaven’s rotation. Now the thirst for knowledge is great to see, but a little bit of knowledge is a dangerous thing! Sometimes rabbit holes don’t always contain rabbits, but disinformation! What? What? Now my tap water tastes like LSD and this tickly cough is killing me. Mee-maw mee-maw they’re after me! What? What? What! Game over man.

I walk the line, like Johnny Cash in his prime. I’m doing fine, just give me a call if you need an alibi. I’m like a butterfly’s wings, all surface colour but beneath I’m all grey. I used to be someone, I used to be something. Now I am cocaine. I don’t know about you but I’m here to save the world. There’s just 3 minutes left to save the world. So fucked up I have to save the world. Just 2 minutes left to save the world. Note to self:- Drugs are bad. I need James Brown. There’s only you and gravity keeping me down. I feel you man, put another drink into my hand. Pass yourself some purpose, I will resist because I can. I’m glad to kill you, I’d like to kill you, you are my heroine. I don’t know about you but I’m here to save the world. There’s just 1 minute left to save the world. So fucked up I have to save the world. There’s no time left, no time to save the world. Note to self:- Drugs are bad.

You’ll never say what made you this way, but it’s obvious. The shame and disgrace should be etched on your face to make it plain to us. Your hunger and greed for the things you don’t need are a testament to your dishonesty. As we scratch through the dirt for some semblance of worth, you won’t even let us eat cake! Ay! Oh! Taking it all, the lower we are the further we fall, somehow. Oh! Ay! Don’t take it away, that feeling that we could be special some day. For the suffering you caused your heads should hang from our walls. Our masters and betters will harvest our sweat and our tears. If we raise protest or cry then we get hung out to dry by our peers. The flashing distractions of press and TV elevate the importance of iconography. There’s no need to be worthy, be celebrity! The more vacant the better for us! Never, ever, ever step beyond your own walls. Never, ever, ever think you’re good enough to crawl. You will live on your knees, and you will learn to say please and fuck you for thinking you’re free

When the world is out to get you, I won’t let them fucking hurt you. Bowed low, defeated and you’ve had enough? I’ll be the one to pick you back up. I’ll never forget you. What has happened to the summer? Young forever, no wintertime. All we know is all we need to know. I’ll take your pain and I’ll keep mine. Wherever you go, wherever you stand I’ll be close enough to hold your hand. I wouldn’t change a second. Not a thing. I see your reflection in everything, I’ll never forget you. Not near enough that long hot summer, totally lost in ourselves. See the rest of my life sentence? I won’t fail you like I failed everyone else

Something went crack in the back of the paddy wagon. It was another skull busting off the wall of the thin blue line. There was something in the air and it smelled like a stale rebellion, but go ask the people if they care and they just can’t seem to find the time. Are you seeing through the lies? Are you looking in the right places? When you read between the lines, are you really seeing lies or just more spaces? It’s all going down right now, are you coming along for the ride? Or just drifting along with the tide, choking on your delicate pride? You bastard! It doesn’t matter now your choices are already made. The crisis actors are on the stage and you’ve been whipped into an impotent rage. A hint of the truth, like a scab that you can’t stop picking. It’s a trick, take your pick, are you the hammer or the nail? If you swing, swing, swing….soon enough, you’re bound to hit something. We all have to die, why deny us our right to fail? Information overload! Truth and lies don't matter anymore. You’re at the end of the road, and yet you never set a foot outside your door. You’ve been whipped into an impotent rage by the chaos of the day to day way we play this game of suffering to try to find a safe way to our graves. Is that what this is about? Hiding our faces from the sun? Turning from the sun and the Son, so now you're saying that he isn’t your one? You turn instead to the self and the screen and do as bidden by your masters unseen, and as your illusion of autonomy disappears into the haze and another bad actor shuffles off the stage, you’ll turn on me in your impotent rage.

I don’t know why the man is so obsessed, but he wanted to shave the princess. Another day in this Freudian bunker, and he might have to finger your mother. It all makes sense to the vet with the melted face because life has no fence for the vet with the melted face. Oi! Face! Hit a bong and write a song ain’t another way, the illuminati threw a party for his birthday. Sell your soul, dig a hole for your lef hand. Jim will fix it to bow and blow the Rainman. It all unravelled for the vet with the melted face because he never got to travel did the vet with the melted face. Oi! Face! Fake! Fake! He’ll never be safe will the vet with the melted face! There will never be a place for a vet with a melted….Oi! Fake!

Better days than these, there will be better days than these. When the world stops living on its knees there will be better days than these! I see no other way, everything looks bleak. It’s like a glimpse back at Germany ‘33. It’s black and it’s white and it’s left versus right, and all the people keep suffering as the jack boots are shuffling. Then along comes a man, with a poison idea and he’s famed, proclaimed and much revered. He hammered in the wedges and he hammered in the nails. Grew fat off the backs of the culture that he failed. So it’s left wing/right wing pick a line, they both lead over the same dark decline. The circle never closes as we culturally implode and all the people keep suffering as the fascists drive the wedges in. Then along comes a person with their own idea and they’re shamed, defamed and “disappeared”. With an easy grin, and a piano wire - if the people only knew, they’d set it all on fire. Better days than these, there will be better days than these my friend. When we all stop living on our knees, there will be better days indeed. There’s a poison in the well that is feeding us all. The anthropomorphic egg of culture is about to topple off a precipice, we’re all being lied to. Led to….taken down a road against our nature pulled away from the love in our hearts. In your heart, you know when you’re being fooled and that you are NOT tied down by the ropes that they say bind you. You’re just not used to the fear they’ve used to blind you. I’m so confused, what the fuck is afoot? We’re at the end of the story and yet never opened up the book! No better? No, it’s just getting worse. We kept staring at those screens while humanity got put in reverse. 2nd verse and it’s still no better. We gave away all we had so we could try to get away to get ahead, never satisfied because all we ever had was a poisonous lie. It’s so easy to control when you control the message, so you went ahead and made a mess of this glorious age. Hammered home the wedges meant to keep us apart, but you’ll never make me hate because there’s love in my heart. Love everything you meet because we’re all one thing, if there’s love in your heart, come on and let it sing! We’ll never be better while we’re fast asleep so as one let’s stand up on our feet. A silent coup and a jab 1, 2. A QR for your shirt, the proclamation of your worth. I watched passive what they did to me as they took away our liberty and now we’ll never stop suffering. The velvet fist is tightening. I watched the end game unfold with my back up against the wall and my finger upon my king because I knew I could never win. As my throat embraces the piano wire I think:- I hope the children learn, and set all this on fire. Better days than these.