With Aplomb

Words by Simon Neil

Fix my new memory with a cold naked stare,
chew up the words but with floods beware
Fondness can escalate beyond my repair,
chance is the fiction will orchestrate despair 

Again, these hands blow dry but I can handle it again,
these words collide but I can handle

Happiness is coated in a mindless kicking,
let’s fall apart, get up high and leave

Again, these hands blow dry but I can handle it again,
these words collide but I can handle

Kill your bizarre mindset,
fuckhead, soldered to a three-layered concrete brainwave castration
Walking backwards home with you

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