A is for arsenic
Thats present on potato skin...

Inside the requiem of disenchanted love
Live our true hidden faces...

All these pretty pictures
Painted in my blood...

Saturday
In Saturday lies saviour...

I did something bad today
I stood up and looked at me...

I’m Here
I can’t escape this...

In the afternoon in silence
In the place where I was born...

There is a man, no-one has seen
Whose eyes are a sickly shade of green...

A hundred thousand thoughts
Go drifting through my head...

The animals they weep
My insecurities build...

One man stands by the warmth
Of the cold winter snow...

A cut is as good as a rose my sweet
No gesture of love could be as neat...