When I was young P.C. meant Police Constable; nowadays I can't seem to tell the difference.

I think your work is done

But now the past is all gone. The future is ours to be won.

And we say there's not enough black in the union jack, and we say there's too much white in the stars and stripes.

Between the clock and the bed, there's only space and hell, looking for my intervention.

Sell out the past and learn to obey. You spit out and douse a Molotov cocktail.

Seeking consolation in machines. Stuck in a hole of collapsing time.

They need your innocence to steal vacant love and to destroy. Your beauty and virginity used like toys.

You can keep on struggling when you're alone

Killed God, blood, soiled, unclean again

I’ve built so many walls to keep these feelings true.

America corrupted and lied

Halie Gebrselassie looks so sweet and young.

Brutal and mocking but always there.

I 'T' them, 24:7, all year long.

I view you like a statue, so tight and controlled, with my heart by your soul until you find a home.

You were what you were: clean cut, unbecoming.

It's been a long time longing for to carry the sky away.

Nothing's finished, it just fades away like a lover who has lost her faith

I fear myself more than anything else, the power at my fingertips.

I listened to the sound of your singing; now the pain had reached its final limit.

Has my fantasy run out of delusion?

Some dignity, a little love

And in the rhythm of your voice I find space to rejoice.

P.C. she speaks impotent, sterile, naive, blind, atheist, sadist, stiff-upper lip, first principle of her silence, of her silence.

Close the pits, sanctify Roy Lynk an O.B.E.; shareholding a piece of this fucking country.

I need sensation like my baby.

Goya mixes Picasso, but it's hardly Spain.

Grey not neon, grey not real.

Gravity keeps my head down, or is it maybe shame at being so young and being so vain

Is it too much to ask to disbelieve in everything?

This simple expectation to save this day

Regenerate and sin. Skin so tense gives in.

He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock; tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want.

I am the girl who wanted to be God

I'm running out of fantasy, I don't expect your sympathy

Build yourself around me, yourself around me.

The future teaches you to be alone, the present to be afraid and cold

We all got lazy and couldn't be bothered to make our way through the world.

I’ve built so many walls to keep these feelings true.

And safe and warm but life is so silent for the victims who have no speech in their shapeless guilty remorse.

The victories and failures I daily lose and win.

Soon infected, nails broken, hunger's a word.

To all the people who've hurt me, to all the life that has left me

Dance to the Valentine anthems that kill. Valium veins and eyes that sink.

I've got to learn to live like you, learn to sing like you.

Decadence costs, but she must be clean. Build up walls so you can't feel.

Eyes with the look of yesterday, the weakest in the gang.

I'm playing with it but it's gone to my head like Carlito's way there are no exit signs.

I'm running out of fantasy, I don't expect your sympathy