Bulletin - Lazy Habits

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