Quiet at the back, when you flick that switch your skies will collapse

Not mine, cuz

Seems you can’t shrug off the fog like us

Keep your insides well stocked like us

I’ve seen where lines on rocks wind up

Wet footprints in the hot white dust

They swan dived off my mind by the hundred

Memory dissolved in my god-like guts

I hang with the drinkers, vandals and infants

Ice cold ghouls, with the gangrenous fingers

Twisting detachable limbs, on the floor

Brain soon to be sold as a hand full of giblets

Ears still ring from the screams of a wildly theatrical mistress

So tonight’s front page reads full scale meltdown captured in pictures

That was last year’s par, this week’s winner, next year’s fossil

I sat and wondered, who rented the space in your skull as a rundown high street brothel?

Mind boggles, dregs of the eighteenth bottle - the last drip fizzed on my tongue

I slunk out, fried the earth in hot fat, and rolled back for a nuclear winter at one

Squint at the sun. Snake tail held in my finger and thumb, drooling at noon

The thick soggy air brought sawtooth bugs, that would slurp at his brain like gruel with a spoon

Drink our riders. Rolled up fivers. Sit inside, sweat wrapped, back and suck nitrous

You will never see a statue in our likeness, carved on a cliff face basking in silence

Yeah..yeah..

Death had the weirdest face I'd seen in a while

Like he ain’t had a dream in a while

Greeting his guests with a scream and a smile

Flea bitten child spews litres of bile

I walked in… Cool water feature

Cool water feature… Ain’t staying here

Ain’t walking either

Little more sleep, little more tequila