Bulletin

We can make friends
We can make enemies
Sooner or later we’ll meet at the cemetery
Sooner or later when nowadays remedies
Are bridge to the ends where there’s suicidal tendencies
Heads won’t' let it be can’t cage the beast so they set it free eruption of
energy
A blood red imagery no pause for thought cold ice thaws temperature soars
Nurse I was bitten
Think I might be cursed
Already seeing visions, think it’s getting worse
That night I changed inside in strange ways
Pains but don’t, woke up my brain aches
Last laugh like I didn’t get the joke
Til the hospital carpark doing up my coat
Something in my far heart chewing at my throat
Just a little guilt so I threw it in the road
A different set of laws force a different type of cause
A different type of show no ceremony no awards
No end credits no applause everything by force
You open up your doors to find a trojan horse
And of course these wards and these walls that surround us
Are groundless it’s just that disrupts astound us
Round us lot all up, it’s just too much
Excuses are too cheap it’s just too much
Poisonous grip poisonous Ivy
Poisonous grip from a poisonous IV
Poison I spit poison inside me
Poised for a slip to the void that’s behind me
A choice that defines me abusing booze
Everywhere I look I see confusing clues
Tube map looking like a Rubik’s cube
It’s like a nightmare on Elm Street, you snooze you lose
The signs you see are much nearer than the stars
They seem so far but they’re just tricks of the light
You’ve seen I’m here fighting for my life to be
The point of a pen
A friend for a friend
The thoughts that repeat as you stand on the bend
The question pretends
A chapter a whole book
The five minutes or the life that it took
Look a little furrther than the end of your nose
Cause that tends to be just the end of yourr nose
At the end of a rope is a noose and a note a footholder hook
And a new sense of hope
Me I’ve got no problem knowing the ledge
Only difference is I let go of the edge
The last time that happened I nearly fell asleep at the wheel
I’m just out here keeping it real
And I’m worried I might reach a wuthering height
Already felt the heat in the smothering night
I was loving this life til I discovered this knife
And now I’m looking at the pie in the oven wanting aslice
See you had a choice, choosing is nice
Some stake their graves on the roll of a dice
Chasing tricks of the light, turning tricks in the night
We sell ourselves short in a bid to survive
No piece of a pie, just a slice of advice
A means of precaution it’s yours to decide
Nobody said this was gonna be nice
You gotta grow wings if you want that to fly
Me I’ve always rapped, never mattered that much
But now I get more gigs than an iPod touch
When am I gonna take this shit seriously
What will I do when I quit seriously
It’s not like I’ve got many other talents
I can just about stand on one leg and keep balance
Saw signs, crossed lines just to see what would happen
Now there’s a body on the track between Clapham and Balham
The signs you see are much nearer than the stars
They seem so far but they’re just tricks of the light
You’ve seen I’m here fighting for my life to be
The signs you see are much nearer than the stars
They seem so far but they’re just tricks of the light
You’ve seen I’m here fighting for my life to be
The signs you see are much nearer than the stars
They seem so far but they’re just tricks of the light
You’ve seen I’m here fighting for my life to be