Xenophiliac

To be bitter

To be justified

To set grip cells on

Nuance of despise refined 

Clear as a bell in chapter one  

But still 

This old-hat robe

Of one trick 

Same old song

The big mistakes we all pretend to make 

You know I know you know I know

Lets look this up

Hallow boned patsy

Of the only book  

We ever reed We never read 

Oh god these Rhythmic word sounds sway our head

 Don’t analyse forbidden trees 

Ye even me with my vitriol against all these

How could I resist

You know I’m feeling it 

The moral thread of what we chose 

Man I worship naked flesh 

But still Id die for clothes

And f**k 

This virgin birth perversion cuts me to the bone 

Excuses

All 200.000 first cast stones 

Yet glimmer folk tail of the trees

Progeny of blood and spiel 

Xenophiliac  

We crave unknown. Diversity 

And paradise was not 

For we subvert, mutate, make art .

Pain a small price

For a heart

That drinks

In the textures of the voice 

A Moan that never really changes much

From first outrage to last exchange  

Pockmarks of agro-culture on my skin

The weight of centuries of blunder- Before I make this my own sin 

Guns, germs and all that you can steal

And yes Iv contemplated murder 

Now I can’t tear my gaze from your mouth slick with grease of more dead flesh

Pretty girls with big wet eyes. Break my heart and make me

Cross your legs and swear to die

Pretty boys who love my rage. Resent my kindness. Crave my cage

Everybody wants to cry

DNA thats drenched in irony 

Catastrophe

Atrocity

Fatal mistakes

And yet

Our hands still shake

The blood still sings

Dancing 

In the future that we bring