Well you’re almost on top o the world
You can see her, and then it all goes to hell
We all know how this feels, time kills the memories, this means to me more than we could ever believe
And I look back on the past of one thousand smashed windows
Find love in a bottle, where, only God knows.
Walking away from belief in religions
Its 5 am, a plague of pigeons
Mercy please, oh mercy me.
I’m shit out of luck, if you know what I mean.
I just want to write a love melody
So I’ve got something to back on when you hate me.
So close to the end, but so close to greatness
A pretty picture, yet she looks so faithless
Its not what I want, what I want is to know
She’s happy has me, struggling to believe.
We all know how this feels, time kills the memories, this means to me more than we could ever believe
Friday 23 April 2010
Delirium boy (2007)
Breathe again
Son of grand
Grow up to be
A hated man
Learn to walk
Scour and hide
Just like the maggot
Still inside.
Selling your dignity to keep you alive
Forcing infinity from some other life,
Threatening your children to sleep through the night and you know its wrong, yes you know…
Delirium boy’s got nothing to toy with the hands of his father, he traitors his brothers.
Delirium boy’s ran out of shit to destroy, with hands like his faster, he hates his mother.
He’s thinking bout’ fighting who’s thinking who’s right about the mother she cried, LSD, is this me, am I dead. Oh
Scream again
Son of man
Push into me
Come join the clan
Learn to talk
Walk the walk
Just like your old man
You still don’t understand ---
Because you’re selling your dignity to keep you alive
Stealing infinity from some other life.
Killing your children to sleep through the night and you know, yes you know –
Delirium boy’s got nothing to toy with the hands of his father, he traitors his brothers.
Delirium boy’s ran out of shit to destroy, with hands like his faster, he hates his mother.
He’s thinking bout’ fighting who’s thinking who’s right about the mother she cried, LSD, is this me, am I dead. Oh
Oh tell me how you think of him, as a human being or an immortal sin.
(Oh tell me how you think of him, as a human being or an immortal sin).
((Oh tell me how you think of him, as a human being or an immortal sin))
(((Oh tell me how you think of him, as a human being)))
Breathe again… Breathe again… Breathe again… Breathe again...
Son of grand
Grow up to be
A hated man
Learn to walk
Scour and hide
Just like the maggot
Still inside.
Selling your dignity to keep you alive
Forcing infinity from some other life,
Threatening your children to sleep through the night and you know its wrong, yes you know…
Delirium boy’s got nothing to toy with the hands of his father, he traitors his brothers.
Delirium boy’s ran out of shit to destroy, with hands like his faster, he hates his mother.
He’s thinking bout’ fighting who’s thinking who’s right about the mother she cried, LSD, is this me, am I dead. Oh
Scream again
Son of man
Push into me
Come join the clan
Learn to talk
Walk the walk
Just like your old man
You still don’t understand ---
Because you’re selling your dignity to keep you alive
Stealing infinity from some other life.
Killing your children to sleep through the night and you know, yes you know –
Delirium boy’s got nothing to toy with the hands of his father, he traitors his brothers.
Delirium boy’s ran out of shit to destroy, with hands like his faster, he hates his mother.
He’s thinking bout’ fighting who’s thinking who’s right about the mother she cried, LSD, is this me, am I dead. Oh
Oh tell me how you think of him, as a human being or an immortal sin.
(Oh tell me how you think of him, as a human being or an immortal sin).
((Oh tell me how you think of him, as a human being or an immortal sin))
(((Oh tell me how you think of him, as a human being)))
Breathe again… Breathe again… Breathe again… Breathe again...
Sunday 18 April 2010
18th
Picturing myself as a terrorist, I'd be the guy who runs up to a school wall intending to blow the building to pieces, but instead I find myself having done liturally no damage what-so-ever; infact the quite opposite, the sound of the blast attracted wild life... fluffy bunnies find my corpse and naw at it's remains.
But just the thought of me dashing up towards and into a wall only to violently explode having done no damage just makes me laugh.
But just the thought of me dashing up towards and into a wall only to violently explode having done no damage just makes me laugh.
Thursday 15 April 2010
Construction Shards
When I was young my dad was an asshole amoung assholes. He'd force my mum to feed me and my sister soap if we did anything wrong. My mum wouldn't want to, but she knew if she didn't he have it in for her too. My dad would smack us with belt buckels and ground us by the week for no good reason.
I've never gotten along with my dad, but it was because of this I never hung out with him, nor left my room where I played my MegaDrive, playing sonic games excessively at the ages of 6 to maybe late 9.
Because I played so often I'd shake in school, and y'know how there's always one freak in your class/school that no one wants to hang out with. Well, thankfully that wasn't me, but on a list of 1 to 10, and 10 being the worst, I was likely around 8.
So awesome. I had no friends and had a terrible family. Anyway, cutting he crap, it's too long a story as it is...
Basically having my dad has made me hate human error. So naturally I hate everyone including myself, cause we suck. Seriously. We're a stupid race. Just look through this thread at how bad my grammer, spelling, pronounciation is. It's terrible.
Anyway. I always pretended to have multiple voices in my head after the book 'A hat full of sky, by Terry Prattchet'. when I was young. Well, now I have the misery of actually having several voices in my head at. All. Times.
Most of the time I hear them at work, calling my name like "oh yes please Anthony"; and I'd look around and there'd be no one there, or the persons voice I heard it in wouldn't even be in the bar that day.
When I go to sleep at night my mind builds together pictures of... anything, like just earlier while I was trying to get to sleep (it's currently 2:04 am), I kept imagining a syncronization (terrible spelling, not bothered to google search/correct it) in the game Assassins Creed II, like where the city builds its self from out of nowhere.
So yeah, I'd lie in bed and have dozens of voices talking over me, making it hard to sleep, and whats worse is because ... I think everyone sucks, I don't want to go see a doctor. The first time I went to see my doctor she didn't believe me, and just told me to speak to someone about it when 'derp derp, what the hell do you think I'm here for?'
I've never gotten along with my dad, but it was because of this I never hung out with him, nor left my room where I played my MegaDrive, playing sonic games excessively at the ages of 6 to maybe late 9.
Because I played so often I'd shake in school, and y'know how there's always one freak in your class/school that no one wants to hang out with. Well, thankfully that wasn't me, but on a list of 1 to 10, and 10 being the worst, I was likely around 8.
So awesome. I had no friends and had a terrible family. Anyway, cutting he crap, it's too long a story as it is...
Basically having my dad has made me hate human error. So naturally I hate everyone including myself, cause we suck. Seriously. We're a stupid race. Just look through this thread at how bad my grammer, spelling, pronounciation is. It's terrible.
Anyway. I always pretended to have multiple voices in my head after the book 'A hat full of sky, by Terry Prattchet'. when I was young. Well, now I have the misery of actually having several voices in my head at. All. Times.
Most of the time I hear them at work, calling my name like "oh yes please Anthony"; and I'd look around and there'd be no one there, or the persons voice I heard it in wouldn't even be in the bar that day.
When I go to sleep at night my mind builds together pictures of... anything, like just earlier while I was trying to get to sleep (it's currently 2:04 am), I kept imagining a syncronization (terrible spelling, not bothered to google search/correct it) in the game Assassins Creed II, like where the city builds its self from out of nowhere.
So yeah, I'd lie in bed and have dozens of voices talking over me, making it hard to sleep, and whats worse is because ... I think everyone sucks, I don't want to go see a doctor. The first time I went to see my doctor she didn't believe me, and just told me to speak to someone about it when 'derp derp, what the hell do you think I'm here for?'
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