I need to be cleanly
I want to be free...

Ghost man go slow
Neck tie to necro...

A is for arsenic
Thats present on potato skin...

In the afternoon in silence
In the place where I was born...

There’s a madman in my block of flats
He writes obscenities on the wall...

There’s singles in your area and they want to...
And by the look of their pictures you’re in for...

There is a man, no-one has seen
Whose eyes are a sickly shade of green...

In day with sun low and beaming
I beheld a fellow dreaming...

As another sun rises
On another broken daughter...

A fairy tale for forgotten children
The story teller tending a dying flame...

Baked from the sun
Choking on the dust...

Fade and shade are new constants
Constant change that connects continents...