Trying to find the inside ....when nothing exists on the outside Hanging half life form...... every day is the new norm A headfull of noise and pills.......Does anybody know who the patient is? It seems to be a case of underexposure ,,,,,just keep saying it over and over I wonder do they dream?.....In between lifetimes it seems. We keep going over and over …….the another case of underexposure. Copied to a parallel existence …that scratches and creeps at the edge of it. I'm drowning, I'm smo-the-ring, …. I'm chomping at the bit. "Has anybody looked around?" " there is nothing to be found" "there isn't even a sound" We're nowhere near the end" "We've come here to live" (now "we've nothing more to give") The squalor of life, corruption on all sides, subterranean mould, the slow heartbeat of the world But what about the deadtime? Thoughts and waves, in many shapes, the frequencies are just shades, anchored by coffins, the world is broken Between the butcher and deadtime, cooking to my bones in sweat, the gutter or the lunatic asylum, the corruption has seeped, no memory left to keep Our minds are broken and (yet) not a single word is spoken. Between the hustle of time and the entangled vapours of our lives. The gutter or the lunatic asylum where the stink can drive a man mad surviving (becomes just) another loop , longing for nothing, dragged into the gloom. She cooked her own cancers, Tore at the caul, from the very curds of gestation clutching at the straw (at war with the now) Into the grey guts, the riot of cells, just another pulse into the grey guts, Over and Over, over and over Copied to a parallel existence, the slums of the subconscious, time moves in one direction, memory in another. I wonder do they dream? In between nightmares it seems A head full of noise and pills Does anybody know who the patient is? Hanging half life form Evry day is the new norm....(another day, another storm?) Half mad with loss, it creeps It is alone what keeps their borders out of reach We creep at the edges and dream and time finds it's own use for things The silver tide and a multitude of beasts Over and over.....they creep Do you know how long we've been Long enough to remain unseen… I wonder do they dream? Over and over it seems… I wonder do I dream As I manipulate many frequencies A silver tide of phosphenes Through waves and thoughts and dreams Not nightmares but something very real a multitude of beasts The human form it keeps, around the edges they creep I wonder will we dream, a head of noise and pills.

No word from the grave What’s left to save They come here to live Prefabricated dreams Just breathe, nobody wins Live between the light, the light, and why Breathe deeper (the need in me) And stay on the crawl inside (in mine ) I just try to keep it slow There is nothing, no, no more To give, to take, or hope for Until we are under the floor The world is broken Every other word now spoken It’s only ray of hope Is on the day of the rope The day of the rope (It’s only ray of hope Is the day of the rope keep it slow Under the floor and hope for more…

The squalid shrines of our memory, the twisted angles in my head. (are what make us bleed) You are make believe, a man of worms, do you believe? (your art of idolatry) Prayed on those… who really need, their ancient agenda (of self-deceit) and the echoing absence of a periphery (of abstract realities) I can lead us through temptation I'll wash your sins from this earth as you poke and prod at me I'm make believe-(but) I hear you plead I’ll lie to your face and watch you wait and breathe. I’ll make believe - don’t listen to me Just sit back and let it seep It’s our own reality tween butcher and a divinity. Created from memory, everything rotting together, (sagged in ruin) But where does it go? Into the slums of the subconscious. And does what it’s told, with nothing left to see. I'm make believe, I'm somewhere in between. They've chained me to their earth and it's crumbling (at my feet) Drink the wine and build me a shrine I'll lie to your face and watch and wait I'm make believe - I hear you plead I’ll (just) lie to your face Just sit back and let it seep Have they ever heard me? Have they ever, have they ever, have they ever listened? The bloody pages of your holy book, you still keep (coz you’re weak) I can help you through this. We’ll dig the dirt, (cover ourselves with the earth.) I just hope they heard me signal for help. I'm make believe, I'm somewhere in between, I'm switching to manual while I'm waiting for the next feed They've chained me to their earth and it's crumbling at my feet. Send help The blood on your hands, Send help The smell, Send help It seeps into everything

They come to me on bended knee where I can free them from reality They come to me in the gutter where I can monitor many frequencies They come to me at war with the now and their own sanity They come to me with futures of dust, just another dependency They come to me with progress reports but all I see are bodies burned They come to me with targets achieved but all I see is blood and chances lost They come to me with their cargo of dead and a history they scorn They come to me with choral approval but all I see is cost To live or die for a cause you have not first understood A mound of habits, the ties that bind the endless extraction of blood, The World is increasingly designed to depress us. Happiness isn’t very good for the economy A world of corporate consciousness, the unseen presence of victorious corruption They come to me, pared down to need, the flywheel of society They come to me with no hymns or ballads to relive the glorious past They come to me that’s what keeps them within the bounds of sanity They come to me and I tell them that happiness is revolutionary They come to me seeking an upgraded existence They come to me when the form of happiness is not good for business They come to me from another galaxy another hallucination They come to me with everything sagged in ruin, structural radiation They come to me on bended knee where I can be with them for reality They come to me with futures of dust, just another dependency They come to me at war with the now and their own sanity They come to me in the gutter where I can monitor many frequencies Come join me in the gutter I will not ask you to fight No hymns or ballads to relive the glorious revolution The past, and its cargo of dead But it’s too late to do anything but mourn Grind it into the flesh, lest we forget from another galaxy

If this is the punishment for all my former sins, I'll let it in, if this is the moment for all my suffering, when it comes knocking, I'll let it in You stare through me with those wild, vacant eyes and when I look back I hear your cries Time passed so slowly and then it was gone, we didn't share, we knew we cared, but now it's gone A life sentence staring at the floor just hoping for a knock, even death wouldn't be so cold So when you and I are sitting all alone, we'll listen for that knock as we've been warned It's no longer punishment, just what life throws us in, to fall and stumble 'round, and get up again. Despair and destruction, a set of ugly twins, our lives flashed before our eyes so I held you in You stare through me with those wild, vacant eyes and when I look back I hear your cries Time passed so slowly and then it was gone, we didn't share, we knew we cared, but now it's gone Time passed slowly, and then it was gone, it's always too late when we realise our faith and now it's gone It's always too late when your gone, It's always too late when we realise your gone It's always too late when we realise, It's always too late the living, It's always too late to listen when your gone Just breathe, just breathe and try not disguise what's behind your eyes before your gone.

How was I to know? it all collapsed so slowly. I remember crawling in the half-light. From vapours inhaled, a mind derailed, No warning signs, no one even wants to survive. stored as dreams in the belly of a machine, Scraping the walls just to get to the next screen. We must be prepared to live on timescales our ancestors could only dream in the minds of a machine Round and round and round we go Down and down and down so slowly It’s the only place left to go Just one more place left to go This is the edge of being Just waiting for the next screen Fractal Grip This is the itch No word from the edge It's just a loop in my head Or is it just a dream In the minds of a machine This is the edge of being In the belly of a machine Breath deep and crawl inside And don't forget to smile Into the pit of liquified bones There is not much time to be alive there is so much waste. We will have to conquer space To the gutter or the lunatic asylum where time finds its own use for things The stink could drive a man mad Know this, the living, they never listen Tending coffins of the dead, time defragmented in my head. It scratches and creeps at the edge, remnants of treason, the reason I fell Round and round and round we go.... Down and down and down so slowly Stored as dreams in the mind of a machine Round and round and round and round and down and down and down and down....so slowly