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