Apotheosis

An English boy with too many worries,

trapped in a school all too austere

Sing to me, bruises and rain

Bus stops and cigarettes

A mottled, tangled kind of beauty

Passive, trapped inside

but I'm too scared to be scared

Someone's said it before me

Sordid secrets and blades

cut the skin

scar the soul and darken sad songs

This country is poisoning me

Rolling hills and provincial trains

Soulless cities in concrete

Lift me up and take me out

of here and this grey life

Give me wings

In Brazil they paint the slums

to hide the misery from the tourists

At least a different shade

Land of hope and glory

Seeping blood and dignity

walking in the rain

Now my destination's gone

and all I have are journeys

to places just like this