In my room alone,
I lay naked on my bed,
Magazines and videos - laid out nicely,
Not Andrex but Kleenex there instead,
I flick through the pages,
Holding on so tight,
While on the screen there's stuff obscene,
Ejoying this pleasing sight,
Up and down i gently rub,
'Til my head rolls back in bliss,
Faster, faster then i'll stroke,
Thinking of that kiss.

Wishing i were the one up there,
Getting ****** off by a pro,
Instead of spread eagle on my back,
I'd rather be getting a blow,
To have my **** ****** off by her,
The one with shaven lips,
To pull her close and enjoy the roast,
Driving at her hips,
Oh but alone i am with **** in hand,
Wanking myself to sleep,
But i know when i close my eyes,
The visions of you i'll keep.

So for now, content am i,
Playing with my ****,
Shooting out my *** in streams,
And tasting it til i'm sick,
I wish that you were back here with me,
To give me such a treat,
Then on my kness, for you i'd go,
And surely find something to eat,
But i'm stuck with magazines and videos,
Of ladies eating out,
So that's my tale for all to see,
What wanking's all about.

You touched me,
Since then my life has been changed,
I walk with my head up high,
I am proud,
So proud to call you my love,
The only one i adore.

You held me,
Suddenly it all made sense,
There are no questions to ask,
In your arms,
Feel as light as a young cloud,
My feet float above the floor.

Counted my blessings and counted my days,
Looked to the stars shrouded in purple haze,
Ran the mile long walk so i'd win the race,
But desolation on every corner struck my face,
Such is the season of my breaking heart,
But you deny you're taking part,
In the sin of killing my soul,
And i find myself shaded by the cover of the hole,
I dug in deep and found myself some strength,
But you were right there hurting me at length,
Love can be an evil and twisted game,
And since you left me here alone - it's not been the same.

The prison walls are tall,
And I feel so small,
The delicate tapestry is formed,
And my head is horned,
I can attack,
I can attack,
I can release the demons,
I can grieve and apologise for the punishment now that I have suffered.

Put centre stage,
In the spotlight,
On the hot seat,
My life on the line,
I apologise.

The trees can reach the moon,
I will join them soon,
The devious genius lives on,
He thinks up a con,
He can't battle,
He can't battle,
He can't free all the nightmares,
He can't cry or feel sorrow for crimes he committed for he's not suffered.

Feeling the heat,
Being questioned,
Firing line,
His sanity cracked,
They apologise.

An apology to the victim of lifelessness,
An apology to the evil of creativity,
An apology to the creature of diamond madness.

Unlike any other day,
It's not quite the same,
The birds have fallen from flight,
And the bat hides away at night,
And I'm alone,
Here on the floor,
Cold.

George W. Bush and John Kerry,
Fight it out,
Who'll be number one?

In Iraq lest we forget,
Is a man,
Who fights with his gun.

Front-page news is a tale of sin,
Because we know what could have been,
There could have been peace,
There could have been rest,
There could have been love,
That would have been best,
Instead there is war,
Instead there is death,
Instead there is loss,
Well would you have guessed?

A man he dies fighting for his home,
Been invaded by those who go to calm,
Democracy is the aim,
But how many died in vain on the way?
A child is alone,
No mother, no father, no food, no one to know,
Is it right?
Is it fair?

Bush, he is going for gold,
Front-page news is what he is,
Taking the spotlight from a land he destroyed,
They have a voice,
They should be heard.

From me to you with a Cherub signed note,
Is my gift of love and devotion true,
So that together we can see this through,
From me to you with an angels last flight,
Is my vow to give you my heart; my life,
My one declaration to end all strife,
From me to you, with love from me to you.

Hold me down,
Tie me up,
Make me smile,
Lick my neck,
Touch my chest,
**** my tongue,
Blow my mind,
Feel the warmth,
Stroke the heart,
Kiss it soft,
Rub her spot,
Make it wet,
Spread them wide,
Let me in.

This train has reached its station,
And the passengers on board with the weight of the world on their shoulders,
Leave the train through the open doors,
Before the doors are closed and the dreamer looses his way; breathe,
And never let the dream end.

The clock chimes at twelve for the lunchtime rush,
And the stars come out to try to grab a bite to eat before the moon runs amuck,
Amongst the diamond twinkle is a shimmer,
Golden and lost in flight is the dream that I have tried to reach,
And now I have it, I won't give up the possession.

It's not as if I achieved, then rested,
I struggled,
I strived,
I continued on my path across the desert dunes and muddy lane,
To reach the planet of wonderland,
My struggle is not in vain,
For it's a continuation,
An everlasting ambition,
An everlasting condition,
An everlasting declaration that this dream is not over.

The plane had met its runway,
And the Pilot's Crew in flight are careful and uninspired,
I feel like a voyager on his first mission to mars; a child when he says his first thought,
In awe of the magic that is just beyond my grasp,
I haven't given up after the applause died down; this dream is not over.

Unlike a captain who needs to die aboard his fading vessel,
The ovation is not enough,
A tear or a smile, a kiss or a touch on the mind will scar with bliss my heart,
To share a gift - a dream that has not yet died,
I will run to the edge of eternity to become the light.

Take a drink,
Stare up high,
Give a wink,
Wave goodbye.

My mind goes blank,
My heart goes slow,
My soul turns bare,
my life turns off.

Take a pill,
See it fade,
Aim to feel,
Hell is made.

Trip over,
All my lies,
To cover,
My strength flies.

My love gets lost,
My dream gets scared,
My song is soft,
My page is blank.

I go blank,
I go blank,
I go blank,
I go blank.

Blankness in the blanket,
Blankness in the bleakness,
Blankness in the boredom,
Blankness in the background,
Blankness in the brashness.