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i wear yr concrete
like a second skin england
outstaring shadows
pouring chips down throats
like lyrics to love songs
that yu & god alone can hear
now shuffling feet a sad little dance to the camera
now playing yr tits out thru the cold
the grey closing
i'm the 1 yr staring at
pvc & plastic via yr glass eye
yu need to buy into ma gloss
the s ov seduction in ma neck
yu wouldnt know if i was in drag
out
&
staring
&
&
&
maybe
some nights
i wanna cry
when yu switch off
but yr red eyes no gonna
no
yr never
gonna
catch that
apply for yr security
pervert now
apply for yr security pervert now
apply yr pervert now
apply please apply
for now yr pervert
please now please
now pervert security security
security
slow-fi red ov night
on the up thru lo-fi lens
sew darknesses unreal
yr coiled wire innard
yr blue brown yellow stripes green
yr seein red as neon ups a gear
daynight shiftin to psycho
analysis ov
the neural
the pathways
the passage ov
the have-a-go
the jack the lad
the hero chic
zoom pan tilt
between the sheets
in out in
the sleek moves
ov zoom pan tilt
ov in out in
outstaring yr skinned desire rags ov tinsel
yr guitar suicide in e flat
yr tequila & lime
spit skirts
yr hard rubber
yr soft as shite
snogging when yu think no-ones watching
slow wet tongue in
when yu know we are
this
the orbit
ov our drift & spin
miniature worlds
upside
the concrete
spying
in