Feel like Henry part two with it
Here's my mask of sanity
Found society
Now there's no room left in which to fit
Sitting out opposite the church on the pavement
Pa**ers by spit where I sit
Feeling guilt like a catholic, ashing my spliff
Centre of no one's world and destroyer of my own
On the precipice but not alone so watch me falter
Pray in proximity to the altar, so despondent
Stumble through uneven slumber
Wake to rain enveloping the scene
Washing the streets clean of that which has been
It's the dawn of the summer
Mask of sanity, shroud of reality..
Songs of love and hate
Super sounds subservient echoes whispers truncated
Watching the unrelated gain a loss of ground
Wide open, bleached and drowned
Crown a king of sinners on super eight negating
Pinned in and sinking
Semaforo rosso blinking
Think your way out of this one
Two less wild cannons from the barren landfill
And still nowhere else to go
Martian gothic flow choking caustic
Walk awkward fraught with go slow and still no show
Oodles of O's
Profondo rosso, medico carnicero
Mask of sanity, shroud of reality..