And as i stare back at a thousand men In these staircase annulments broken teeth I let the rain wash against my pale face and bleed armoured feet ford focus smoking weed till my lungs black tourniquets strapped i close both my eyes and begin swimming in the pavements And let graves pour out of my mouth These hills are raped with tower blocks Children swimming in the womb It’s so cold inside this room I shave my clay into the sink Tracksuits incubated Loaded in the way I think City ripped in half Sound the train make like a thousand screams In a glass Shallow men who weep into my mouth Triggered that Estate relief an armour The gun flash I could have been something Hard strings in my wrist The night eclipse Through holes me inside me and sleep in the mist She’s leant against her window Tears still rust on the blade City ripped in half between other slaves Coal in palms she in the corner swallowing limbs Spike in my arms Stones covered in cling 110s still Hollowed in In this room we built a bridge Over abyss Automatic kids In amputated wombs like foreign wings When we sleep beside your body feel like stone These bed sheets like some old grave I can’t turn myself away from The traffic outside atone I exhale remorse passively Razors cut my narrow stomach and continue to dig Gore tex Cracked I’m still dormant again in the flats Wet glass on the end cant let me pierce Blood in my ears I’m in the ends No selfish tears Shields on every part of us Tracing through corridors shorter than her arm Cradling guards Pale bastards and everyone of them failing slowly Preston skinheads Rented cars, cutting hard I’m on the m65 with resentments charged Bed sheets like some old grave I cant turn myself away from Children fell like bombs from the sky we were born in the same slum I saw a thousands taps bleed stones crack stones all to death in them basin The tears leave cuts on my face when it’s raining I’m inside of a womb where death aint ending Blade on lap when I drive see ghosts on the m6 Smoke weed in black car funeral march an procession I dont care what she say but she meant it, wrap the car round the tree when dent it Still I ride through burroughs With a gun that’s borrowed With a gun that’s hollowed Girls crying black sorrow my eyes dont follow Shots like terminal patients reside in the flats way above Used to fuck a lot but she never showed love In a homeless dance that we found in the club Mist in my neck Black dogs in the cut Girls used to phone me for weed now they phone me for flake I still cant work out which one of us changed I could have blown my head off in salford The drum might have missed but the rhythm still plays Drunk in the staircase and the hallway Feel the knife in my lungs when I drive in estate Feel the rock in my mouth and I’m numb to the taste I came back to the ends and nothing had changed Just a broke down man in a bruised estate Black and white, but it turn all grey Black and white, eternal grey I see black and white it’s eternal grey

I’m on the fifth floor oh the pessimist Looking down, staring down into dead abyss Its a feeling and it never drifts Oh its a feeling an it never drifts All this lead I kiss Smoking drug inside your room dancing in the mist She putting scars on my chest that I bleed from Only reason that we fuck because I feel numb In this room dancing for you In this room dancing for you Black jeans skinny Broke my jaw in four places On a train Staircases Metal in the back of my eye lids I tense When police pass my cribs I used to hold her tight in my ribs She smoke in my lungs The ghost dance through my throat My days numb I’m falling apart I do anything I can just to hold you between both arms One hour to Manchester and 30 minutes till I let go I close my fist I was young all I want to do is get dough Everything I left closed Shop lights Beat out a pulse I resign to Rock in the clingfilm reflecting I shine through I need a new armour I cant get to you Girl I can’t get to you Dancing Drifting Falling Can you hear me Can you hear me as you lie against me I feel your pink muscles each tense less fatal than the last Our sodden figures gripped within senile passion The bags under my eyes like basins filled with dried cemented blood I tear them out left with some caves for coal to burden I look into our cracked bathroom mirror to watch a shadow cower in the bedroom We are ships in the night, floodlights on the motorway As metal scrapes my back Baptised by lonely blade Reaching out to go some way The plastic tubes in our stomachs sweep into the dead of the night no longer one we cannot resurrect I lie awake in my shell to the sounds of processed hate and metal scraping the concrete lanes Charred thoughts disguised as men, drew cars across the city with Cold steel around my limbs in the tower blocks I am acting out my own death, knowing no more A militant figure assembles in my room, puncturing me into ash Do you still remember me as we first met Drugs grind against the lumps in my throat longing for moisture And the abhor continues to spout out of us Until everything leaves us I fall into a trafficked resistance Whilst needles grow between cracks in the pavement the estate shudders lonely for us Holding on to you as you drive through streets And the council flats repeat in a rhythm underneath Capsized under the black in my legs that widens And the lights on the road fall deaf to the sirens I smoke weed and watch a tv that offers nothing silent I look outside and the driveway stairs back at me Children born in passenger seats, with holes in their necks that their mothers dug inside them We are sutured into a nothingness so empty it is no longer silence No longer is there life dancing inside my skin I try to sleep and let dogs rip at my flesh in this restricted asylum of our bedroom Your body is decaying in such a slow movement that we do not notice it anymore I fucking hate you The way your stained one tens burn the pavement you tread, bastardising its paleness You breathe down my neck a cancer I pretend to shrug away from This sweating wet mass of flesh inside me causes me to strangle myself with bedsheets Salt water leaks from my forehead intermittently From the fifth floor I look down and see humans deconstructing themselves The rain falling pushes my body from the balcony I fall also Dancing and drifting and falling Dancing Drifting Falling