Rocket Fuel

Addicted to rocket fuel.

Oh how pretty the stars are from here.

We’re spiralling out of control,

But it’s all okay,

Just keep looking out of that window. 

Can only keep climbing.

We still read you loud and clear.

There’s enough fuel to last them for years.

Burning bright, it’s okay,

Keep your eyes on that window.

I know the headlines tomorrow...

Prism

Here, here, here,

Are you’re wanting the day changed?

Well what if the best can’t be done?

Oh how the longing will keep me at bay.

And you are my back door,

How I love my back door,

But you know that I shouldn’t,

‘Don’t act like this anymore.’

She has prism shaped eyes

And she’s looking at you.

There, there, there.

Can you see sunlight from here?

It’s so dark now the moon has gone.

Oh how the sadness will keep me at bay...

Goddess

Well I guess it’s been overdone,

Pretty trinket it is, and I’m wrong.

You’re my Munch shadow,

You’re my nemesis friends,

All my pitying woes,

And my ultimate ends.

Don’t feed the fire my love.

Listen to ways she knows how to play.

Why do they hang around,

Fighting for hours; the right time of day.

I saw my Goddess, wonder how she fairs.

She said there’s no quite in here.

And when I asked her “Can you tell me your name?”

She said, “Ask the shadow in there.”

Well I’d give her my love,

But she wants out of here,

She’s just so damn sick of her name.

And then when I begged her,

Please trust it to me,

She began weeping again.

“You’re my Munch shadow,

You’re my nemesis friends,

All my pitying woes,

And my ultimate ends...

Oh won’t you let me go?”

Submarine

Every word has vendetta,

They should eat me alive.

To be so wrong and so right

Every day before five.

You’ve got the divide,

Stop my submarine sinking.

The engine was never that good.

Acid

Heart scars.

And I think of you this night,

My child,

When innocence found lies.

You held my life.

I let you; we all do,

To turn away with tears.

Your acid smile burnt me,

Running back.

What comes of this?

Was I too much to be real?

You can’t get over this,

Make sure my heart forgets to heal.

Masochist Privilege

Professional mourner.

I’ll make a career.

Share out the love,

Share out the fear.

And in death I will shine,

It’s a hobby of mine,

My talent is wasted out here.

Give fate her temptation.

Any excuse

For a little abuse.

Oh you shall be worthy of them.

We shall be worthy my friend...