Mr Magic
Clickety click
Another trick
Mister Illusion
In the confusion
I missed the illusion
Category: 1987
Wings – 3rd January 1987
Trapped at the junction of life
No escape route
You must stay
It’s at times like this
You wish you had wings
And could just fly away
The Choice – 2nd January 1987
The choice of sitting in my room
The choice of being alone
The choice of inner peace
The choice of no one but my own
The choice of noise
The choice of silence
The choice of death
Is not my choice of violence
This is my choice
It suits me fine
Don’t put me down
Don’t waste my time
Just cos you’re stuck in your indecision
Motorious Notorist – 1st January 1987
In your car, you think you’re flash
I wait for the day you’ll have a crash
In your car, you go so fast
You won’t let anyone past
Through the country at high speeds
You don’t listen to pedestrian pleas
Notorious motorist go crash and burn
It’s time to die, now it’s your turn
Chew Your Brains – 13th January 1984
A picture of you
In front of my eyes
Blinding me with lies
A picture, hundreds of them
Screaming at me
Sending me insane, I can’t see
Been down for years, that’s all I know
Just keep thinking
But I got nothing to show
The last time I was walking tall
I was jumping from a bridge
Was saved by a man
Who put out his hand
Then he went away, left me alone
I felt alone, I felt all alone
I needed him, I wanted a friend
Just one friend to show me home
Scars, scarred
Buring like salt on a slug
Pains in my head, fucking my broken body
Sieving through my distorted logic
Gimme that knife, screw your life
What about mine? It means nothing to you
You’re doing fine
Last time I smiled was in a Halloween mask
A false face that no one looks past
Seeing only what they want you to see
Being only what they want you to be
Seeing only what they’re told to see
Being only what they’re told to be
If only they could see through me
I’m not as false as they believe
But things ain’t what they seem
Especially with your eyes closed
Open your fucking head
It’s your knife, it’s your life
But I’ll be the one who ends up dead
I was conceived at the wrong time, wrong place
It’s too late now, I’ve seen my face
All your knowledge gone to waste
On the septic tank behind my face
You call them brains
But they’re used like drains
For your filth, your scum
Your perverted waste
Your putrid odour is all I taste, all I taste
With the lips that spoke three words
I hate you or I love you
Means the same to me in your language
Cos your language is mine
Your thoughts are mine
Your mind is mine (My mind is yours)
Your body is mine (My body is yours)
Your soul is mine (My soul is yours)
You are me
So I’m gonna chew your brains
When you chew mine
Totally inspired by Henry Rollins stream of consciousness ranting on Armageddon Man by Black Flag