Transport, motorways and tramlinesStarting and then stoppingTaking off and landingThe emptiest

stopped the crowdI cried out to break the spellYou

I am the key to locking your dressThat keeps your toys

into your life, there comes a darknessThere's a spacecraft blocking

1: Plan out my front door, what do I

two, three, Mary come to meFor I am

am the key to the lock in your houseThat

don't want to be crippled and crackedShoulders, wrists, knees,

got wings, I got arms, I got shrinksI got

(Dance sucka, dance sucka, dance sucka, dance)Life's always so fuckin' violent

of people standing like ghostsWaiting for the entrance signTo

can start now, you ready? Yeah we can start now,

hard on the brakes againWhat if these brakes just

I jumped in the river and what did I see?Black-eyed angels

Poetry!Like white in the snow boysOne of these days he's gonna

walking outIn a force ten galeBirds thrown aroundBullets for

pitch darkI go walking in your landscapeBroken branchesTrip me

Ok, this one features the artist formerly known as Colin on

will stop, I will stop at nothingSay the right

do we go from here?The words are coming out