"Broken Diamonds"

Fall out, fall out
Hold your head upto the violence
Give in, give in
Find someone you hold in silence
Make hay, make way
Carving words that only violate
Bulldozed, bull shit
Who’s side do you intend to imitate?

Someone seeks your soul to kill
Someone is bleeding from the thrill
Someone’s filling boxes in your head
Can you cope without the friends?

Hold on, hold out
Did you find what you were looking for?
Karma, calm down
Play the game you’ll only die against
Look in, watch out
Empty shapes misplaced and accountable
Fuck off, fucked up
Cut your hands on broken diamonds

Someone seeks your soul to kill
Someone is bleeding from the thrill
Someone’s filling boxes in your head
Can you cope without the friends?

A coward’s throne in a crooked house built from fractured skin
The same sounds, only a different era
A coward’s throne in a crooked house built from fractured skin
The same sounds, only a different era

Fuck off, fucked up
Cut your hands on broken diamonds
Fall out from the fall out

David Laley 2009

"Morphine"

Morphine couldn’t cure my dreams
Passion is too pure for me
They’re just erratic diversions
Incoherent but impulsive
Pilots will never search for me
Searching seeks profanity
There’s this crushing inertia
Over thrown and nailed to sequinned crosses

They never listen in
Only resist when there’s resistance
Pretend you’re listening
But remember where we’ve been

Mind over matter, a reckless lover
One careful owner, regardless of feeling
Regardless of our feelings

Mind over matter, a reckless lover
One careful owner, regardless of feeling
Regardless of our abstract feelings

I wasn’t listening
I couldn’t resist what i’d resisted
If you turned to listen in
Then please don’t forget

Mind over matter, a reckless lover
One careful owner, regardless of feeling
Regardless of our feelings

Mind over matter, a reckless lover
One careful owner, regardless of feeling
Regardless of our abstract feelings

True acts so tense of self defence
They’re just signs for secret martyrs
True acts so tense of self defence
They’re just signs, signs, signs for secret martyrs

David Laley July 2009

"Undefined Pain Event"

Undefined pain event
Crashing in your eyes like the cold blue sky
You’re the torn and tiff
Wearing out alive
One day you’re happy, the next day you’re dead

One sip cools the thoughts inside
One more bottle keeps the world outside
The wooden screams of an alchoholic
Supertition never sleeps
Surreal notions the curse abstains
Traffic jams cross futile plains
Through a common place lives a common fear
The Sun is setting today my dear

Unrefined hate defence
A state we vilify but I can’t recompense
Lavished in your land
Lament in the light
My ears are burning, but the lines are feint

One sip cools the thoughts inside
One more bottle keeps the world outside
The wooden screams of an alchoholic
Supertition never sleeps
Surreal notions the curse abstains
Traffic jams cross futile plains
Through a common place lives a common fear
The Sun is setting today my dear

One sip cools the thoughts inside
One more bottle keeps the world outside
The wooden screams of an alchoholic
Supertition never sleeps
Surreal notions the curse abstains
Traffic jams cross futile plains
Through a common place lives a common fear
The Sun is setting today my dear

Type writer juries telling tales
Of a journey damned to fail
The jagged themes of an alcoholic
Sentimental racked with guilt
Back firing plans smash you in the teeth
Driven insane by a puerile belief
Through a common place defy a common fear
The Sun sets today my dear

David Laley July 2009