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Anti-ethereal
No to imperial
I need some new material
To real-life story you
The gory euphoria
An aria for how far you are
From figuring me out
Out
Off with his head
They said I’m wicked
Deceitful
Confess all of my evil
Spin-off
Sequel
No equal
Cleavers deceive us
Leave us pitiful and pitfalls
He stalls
Give us a minute
I’ll give you a minute
And I’ll put a rhyme in it
This dynasty’s finished
This affinity for angry young men
Hung men
Now and then
Grown men tell the death knell
With their
Oh well, I did my best
And look where it got you
Lesser of two lesser
Regressor, depressor
Upset second guesser
Yes sir, regret is forever
And I’m no saint
In my prose and in my paint
I’m coming of age
Cater for all ages
Children in cages
Locked in parents’ rages
Outrageous
Take a leaf out of my book
I’m writing the pages
I’m writing the pages
I’m writing the pages
I’m writing the pages

From history
My diary
Unauthorised biography
Reveals he feels so much
Steals a chance
Glance little else but little hells
You know so well what sells
Enemy memories
Easy does what it takes
To be free
Feel
Fall to stand
Will you ever understand what is a man
Also-ran
All so grand ambitions
Politicians erupt
Write a book
Wish us luck
You’re gonna need it
You’re gonna need it
Repeat it
Defeated nations
Dedications
Thank you list
Someone I missed
Kissed goodbye
Fly­-by
And lie about my past
She laughs
Sheer ballast
Exalt the phallus
Never ask to be left behind
Pause rewind
And find I’ll be in denial
While she walks the aisle
I’ll walk the Golden Mile
A lonely tourist
We’ve been through this
What’s kept
Shoot to protect
Expect first billing
Filling pages with killing
Willing a pause
Or are these God’s laws
No flaws
I don’t know what I saw in singing him a hymn
I don’t feel anything
Anything but hate
Stay up, late learner
Page turner
Heard there were
Tanks, hungry faces
Arms, human races
Put in their places
There’s pages and pages of this stuff
Never enough death, dying, crying bodies
What is life
A trifle of guns, gods, grabs, keeping tabs, traps, drawing maps
One thing lasts
We’re all waving flags, body bags, rags, lad mags
Hate fags and give thanks
To be free
To be free
And to be human
It’s hard to care
To know what to do
What’s the use
In awaiting inspiration
A wasted generation
Where he goes we go
Trip on the ego panels
Changing channels
Exchanging annals of history
For what
You’re not about to say
Be brave
Courageous
Ignore the fist shakers
Speculators on hate through the ages
These are our pages
And I may just pick and mix my themes
Dream dreams
Falling apart at the seams
And you know what that means

Whatever you want to call it
It’s war
Always
I’m at war with myself
One of those
Or else
Or else
Or else what
If we stop pointing guns at anything that moves
See what we lose
See what we lose
So I choose not to listen
To who today it is we’re hating
Who was always my friend
Playing hearts
Playing gods
Playing let’s pretend
History books
Forgotten and burnt
Who earns it and who deserves it
A life stripped of love
That’s a pretty poor inheritance
But end-of-dayers are not creators
Of life
Life
Are we reading the pages or writing the pages

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from Good at Goodbyes, released November 12, 2012

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