VOICES LYRICS

1. Suicide Note

As I become the sorrow
The funeral of screams
Become the soul of winter
Murderer of dreams
Into her hands she's crying
A death inside
The the secrets and the shadows
we have to hide

As the sun rises
I fall asleep
When the sun goes down
Why must we wake up

When she looks upon you
You'll steal her light
And in a dream its raining
Into her eyes

2. Music For The Recently Bereaved

Tonight rains for us only
For the sick and the lonely
For the hollow and broken
The firmament tears

Tonight rain falls
For us only
Forgiving
Absoluting guilt
Proviidng a mask
To disguise

The depravity we seek

When she became all that she became
There was nothing left to recognise

The emptiness kills
So she fucked herself dry
And could no longer try
To feel anything inside
A black and white still
Of the actress at night
Captured in monochrome
For the theatre wall

The mirror can not reflect
the beauty she expects

And there is nothing left
To lose
Or to gain
In the end

When she became all that she became
There was nothing left to recognise

There is no-one left to remember you when I am gone

[Narration:]
Dead London sighs dense anxiety out of black Westminster lungs full of sickness.
A decomposing clamber that infects his every puddle grazed foot foward, while the population dreams safely asleep...

3. The Actress

All the danger, Lies in you
This is not the beginning of the end
Confronting, confusing , distorting time
confronting, confusing distorting life

4. Vicarious Lover

I'm not myself
I am the actor

Waiting the cues
Unknown direction
From unknown directors
Actions that haunt
The invisible audience
See me, In the reflection
As I saw you

This distance means nothing
It has to be nothing
Final performance
Redefine the actions

Come back as a flower
Come back as a rose

Through the ageless void
Through the camera eye

We are all the same
I know and you know
This is rehearsed
This is rehearsed

[Narration:]
He travels by night, journeys without destination in cold buses and cold patrons without features He wonders if indeed they are anything like him without identity or soul, berift of purpose, condemned to exist in the small hours. Not real people at all, rats and maggots incapable of keeping the rhythm of humanity, sent alone to survive outside the hive. Distinct from the dealers, pimps, burglars and filth, at least they posess a crass purpose, fighting for urban surival amongst themselves.

Contaminating Lambeth street corners under pestilential night skies they retreat among dawn light bleeds through clouds and the city stirs from slumber.

5. Megan

I have no pride, I have no shame
Cold and lucid you are my dream
And I can not see my mistake.
I only see you.

fixate on your eye
Its you and its always been you
you breathe life into my illness
I penetrate

Like a forgotten ancient god
That remains hidden
Rotten

Diseased at the core
Unleashed set free

A poet hiding in the shadows
Of inspiration
(then I remember)

Dull footfalls from the halls
Step into the cold wet street

Megan

6. Imaginary Sketches Of A Poisoned Man

Now I have seen the inside
The ending of my life

The waves of a faded trance
They come emotionless like dreams
Broken dreams

Hypnotic her eyes

The beauty so defenceless
My jealous disgraced
Her beauty so negative
My jealousy deprived
Her jealousy so negative
My beauty disgraced

Her beauty so negative
My jealousy

7. The Antidote

Daring off the road
To go where no-one knows
Fading

She can not speak my name
I'm jealous of the rain
Falling

The blackness of her stare
Is poisoning the air
which were breathing

Behind distorted eyes
That which we despise
Loving

Daring off the road
To go where no-one knows
Fading

She can not speak my name
I'm jealous of the rain
When I'm falling

The blackness of her stare
Is poisoning the air
Which were breathing

Behind distorted eyes
That which we despise

Loving each other to death
Eyes diffused with
Mercury veins filled with
The impurity of lead

8. The Fucktrance

This is the final
Final portrait
Of the artist
No integrity left
Or forgiveness

Dependant on the value
She bestows on the ego

The poison reflects
The ultimate narcissist
When the taste of wine has gone

Narcissist

We drink dead waters
When there are no more words left to say
Only aching terrified sobs

Terrified sobs

I still taste you
On my lips
And on my fingers
The taste of you inside

It was but yesterday we met in dreams

9. Hourglass

Broken hours enter twine
Before words that can define
The shape of empty space
In shadows of nobel grace

Alter shape to disguise
Human form that we despise
Sadness we swallow whole
Is grief beyond control

We are the sex people

Fold your arms around the night
Breathe my dear you're slipping
Fall into the black of night
Tears are falling into the rain
LONDON speaks into the night
Take my hand and slip away

We are the sex people

10. The House Of Black Light

Enter the house
Of dismay
Perfect pentagram
Painted
On the ceiling

Light of the candles
Holes in the walls
Holes of terror
Shaping her mind

I've come to dominate

The house of black light
Where visions fade
And mirrors gleam
With disgust

They know my secrets

This dead house of despair
I've come to dominate

11. The Final Portrait Of The Artist

[Some narrations]

12. Last Train Victoria Line

I tread the archways
With violence and death
In my heart

I'm clutching
The broken flowers
You destroyed

Did you spread your legs for him
The way you do for me?
Did you gaze into his eyes
The way you gaze at me?

I heard the sirens
Of the abyss
When you caught my eye

There desolations
I faced with ease
Untainted bravery

Do you ever think of him
When you're here with me?
Do you ever picture him
When you're fucking me?

13. The Ultimate Narcissist

There is a sorry for his suffering
It grips him follows him

Through the streets of London

For without her
He is without god

You have to understand
I'm jealous of everything that moves

With obsession he takes her hand

There is a sorrow to his suffering
Through the streets of London

Detached from the banality of men
Who dwell in lesser ideals
Evoking s sense of her
Forming a diary of hate

You have to understand
I'm jealous of everything that moves

With desire
Encapsulates her

She deceived as much as she loved
But with just her step
He forgives

He wanted her for a lifetime
Left only with his hatred
No longer does He suffer
Residing deep within her
Yet when parted reduced to a nihilist

With obsession
He takes her hand

With desire
Encapsulates her

14. Cold Harbour Lane

Imprisoned souls
Left to walk

Abandoned roads
In the dark

In this cold hearted world
Empty and betrayed

Welcome to cold harbour lane

Sometimes its hard to live
With the choices we have made

By shutting yourself away
Insincere and insane
Something calls your name
Don't disregard the devils game







VOICES LYRICS