okay quiet...

infactuation
the word of the week
the word of the world
give me infactuation shallowly for apperance and the ever so cliched composure
give me infactuation for night skys and rain kisses
give me mental social psychological infactuation

the truth is, no matter what improvements you make the minute you drop your guard, close your eyes, drop that hand we're all gonna relapse or follow a new self medication
fuck this
or maybe thats just another
and what exactly is what we are aiming for?
how do you make someone better if their idea of okay if so fucked, its so far away from normality you could be spending your thinking atb a petrol station thinking your looking at the moon
how do you restore someone when your not sure what the goal is?
something so safe yet it corrodes your insides and outs.
babe your not gonna tell all your friends because one you want to protect and the rest you just dont want the quetsioning looks. it scares me.

tonight by the fuzzy glow of a cigaret and the heat of a lighter. possiblility strikes my mind. and the smoke you hold in your hand whats stopping me from taking it, everythings gotta end someday.
death could be everyones saviour.
gather round children i have something to tell you. something to sell you.
this is the new incredable miricle cure
it heals everything boys and girls,
at less than 20£s a go you'll be left with no symptoms.
it comes in many options
just find something to suit you
and a special offer today folks
heres a bottle of vodka
to assist our fabulous product
ladies and gentlement
for 9.99 i offer yoiu and end to your pain and misery
instantanious erradication of anything you've got
boys and girls i give you death


xoo