PAIN GIVE SPACE
don't feel very well
in a strange weigh
Panic at every silence, except dreamless sleep.
Each surface slightly brighter,
A hole drooling plague
Plague, mortality and fear.
The same scene, from above.
I don't know how long this scream could last.
Eyes buckle, rupture, under sentance of life.
Forever can exist, flowering pain give space.
I don't feel very well, I'm afflicted in a strange
I rip thoughts to the bone
Sever and tear guilt, forged teeth alone cutting
"Nothing is real"
We care, we care to a point of absolute loss,
Of terrible, terrible fear.
A hundred threads make this "Not Well",
falling, "photo falling", heart receding,
snapped in despairing strokes.
you ever tried that?
Ever really bitten then to the quick 'til they
Have you ever been that
Nervous and scared and stupid?
I bet you did, I bet you did it, I bet you did
it a lot,
I bet you did it more than I ever did it
I bet you
Cos you're not very well.
You're really not very well.
mundane power of resignation is enough
To prove that you're a very sick individual.
You're fingers are sick.
They bleed like I do and I'm not well I'm rather
I'm like you
You could lose everything,
Every connection if you just moved the sheets a
And saw what's outside that scares you
a hidden memory
Pulled tighly around you like the horror of a black,
Quite how long
I'll bet you
Not a little twisted and ill.
And if I could crush the lids of your
At and through you,
And seal your skin
once and for all
Terrible worl that
1998 Genesis P-Orridge