Past atrocities circle a venomous brain
Where forked lightning rips holes in the sheets for the rain
To wash over without drowning out any pain
From a life falling short of the hype
Combing through the fine print for a loophole or clause
Grasping hands hanging on to the shortest of straws
Breaking anciently righteous morality laws
Another clean slate takes a swipe
In a world full of colour I\'m still black and white
Swallowed up by the shadowy dancers at night
Two wrongs won\'t do the job three lefts should make it right
Slippers on smoking hash from a pipe
Off the pace
In the race
For the space
To disgrace
Bubble burst
Do your worst
No more trust
Is a must
Helping hand
Firm stand
No demand
To expand