The Chicken's Still Dancing The Chicken Won't

Here I Am And There Is My Body Dancing On Glass In Accident Time Where There Are No Accidents You Have No Choice The Choice Comes After

I Don’t Have Music, Christ I Wish I Had Music But All I Have Is Words.

I Crave White On White And Black, But My Thoughts Race In Glorious Technicolour, Prodding Me Awake, Whipping Away The Warm Blanket Of Invisibility Every Time It Sears To Smother My Mind In Nothing.

Embrace Beautiful Lies - The Chronic Insanity Of The Sane

You Get Mixed Messages Because I Have Mixed Feelings.