Lyrical progress for various bits & bobs your uncle...

(1) The joke you make is met with a chorus of laughter. their hands collide in an applause of lies and with smiles made of plasitc they'll look you up and look you down until you falter so your disposition you must not change and no more words must you utter.

(2) I know you f**k and you think its love but its a fragile fantasy borne out of boredom and low self-assurance topped with a tragic 'I' want! 'I' need! I take a bite from your dream. A sudden thrust of my hips, a naughty lick of your lips and we're back to where we used to be. Armed with a vengance and no sexual preferance, attacking with a battle cry that brings me to my knees. Don't dissapoint the witness's out to mock and murder me.

(3) I speak softly when i'm spoken to (don't you?). I write words into the sand for you. God smiled and said go home to bed and rest - I'm about to erase the human race from this mess.

(4) Drive and collide my son, Jump, dance, f**k everyone. Keep peace (keep peace) and ask no questions worth dying for. Praise to the system that suffocates children, and watch how those children pass out in the sreet at night. Bullied by health freaks and fashion dysfunction queens. a Slow diet of nothing-ness. Perfect face. Perfect chest. Praise to the system that angers our children and watch as those children turn bread into dynamite. Riots riots riots riots riots riots riots riots riots riots riots (etc.. etc..)