Tick Talk

Sitting in their homes
and behind their closed walls
washed up and dry
but trying to stand tall
trying to get an erection
on their plastic covered dolls
faking their orgasms
of puffed up intelligence
to mask all the years
of frustrated impotence

through the corridors
but they come out and walk
and they talk and they talk
and they talk and they talk

and they talk and they talk
and they talk and they talk

the glory of the overflowing
books and the shelves
erected to fill empty spaces
of the living dead
burying others in their hell
covered with those long lost
ashes that ve turned to dust
yet fighting for space
fighting for a name
amongst their like of empty shells

but through the corridors
they come out and
dare to walk
and they talk and they talk
and they talk and they talk

and they talk and they talk
and they talk and they talk

Stolen Song

Buried under my breath
was only trying
to keep it safe
but as the humm
went along and escaped
kissing the air
you've caught my song
and its happening again
as again and again
ive been caught unaware

as you were pushing me
into the sewers
i gave in
without a fight
started digging in deep
so the words could
fit me right
and i covered
myself with the
slime and the mud
the only signs of which
that now remain
is through the spat out blood
but you are never tired
of taking it a step ahead
you've caught my tune
when i only wanted it to
be left untouched
as you steal my song
and make those lines
your own
im gasping for air
as its happening again
as its happened before
as i get caught again
caught again unaware