Animus rebellious? Surely you cannot be serious! If you're curled up in a ball How can you tell if your spikes are drawn I sure hope you're really sure of this Not caught up in some old octopus Strangulation's gonna get ya Worse than pay from money lenders Invertebrate authentication Are we just a crustacean nation? Then you better keep in mind That you can dance with a Punkupine!

Loaded on adrenaline Need more serotonin Veins protruding through the skin All my blood is running thin! Energy is burning me. I have run dry of the stimuli Which in my youth helped me to keep aloof. I have been vexed by my sugar complex Who knew that caffeine was a meddling felon?

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Left in the dark if not for the ignition of all of our submission into Schadenfreude-masochism; all the fission when we split into parts. We crawl up from the hexagons, catapulted into freedom until we find freedom in apartments into parts. Parts that we sting to remove the singing of pain and pleasure measuring ourselves in record sales we impale ourselves with. Measure for measure in the companies, in you and my company; freedom and free from the solace, free from the collectiveness, free from the specialness, free from everything that we see ourselves to be when we think we’re free; busy bees in the hive that we want to survive. We want to thrive in the pain and the pleasure that we try to measure ourselves in. We desire to master the cycles of life, flying through the ecstasy and riding the depression. Addiction is the best kind of biological warfare. Well, then. Let’s go and steal us! Let’s go and tear us apart with the pleasure and pain when we sing and we stain; as with our pain and pleasure we measure ourselves as the witness. Split us into halves. Split us into thirds. Split this until you don’t know the birds that sing in the air from the ones on the ground. There’s blood in the sound and pain in the wings and pain from when we remove the sting from our bees. We dissect ourselves for the sake of our certificates and not the certainty of compassionate reality. Letting ourselves free of all that stays inside, waiting until we had the chance to Destroy! Destroy! Destroy to employ! All we want is our jobs to be better than everyone else’s. Selfish or Selfless? We want everything else to comply to what we want, never minding if we pause when others don’t pause for us. (Or we pause! Or we pause!) Turn our paws into claws, we want you to fill the moors, all the moors in our veins; all the wind in the skyscrapers; wind in our heads and what we lay down on the floor. If we joined these heads together we would form the city that we’ve all seen before; the structure of opportunity that stings like Paracetamol. We smooth into the circle, primordial and suffocating: addiction is the best kind of biological warfare. Everything, once more. Everything wants more. Everything we want is to be exposed on us, to be imposed on us: this introverted voyeurism, this Schadenfreude masochism. Pain is just the barrier we segregate to come together! We scam and spy to socialise! Analyse the truth and lies then keep your prize behind the haze. Sublime is the irony of social animals where the other half can’t stand each other. The brothers are our brethren, the Freudians are whispering. This air of joyous cataclysm, this Schadenfreude masochism. Pain is just the barrier we segregate to come together! Fortify, pesticides, repeat, repeat. (Fortify, pesticides, repeat, repeat.) All we want is to keep it flowing, all we want is to not be trapped inside as you view me as this soldier of Troy! Destroy! Destroy to employ! All the masses shouting! All the masses wanting! We want to give, we want to keep, we want to scream and then cave in.

I’d rather drink you in slowly so I know what to say everyday I feel the drops know me better everyday Pulling at my stops, my stops My veins whip my heart to the speed of the strings Conveyor belts in the boxing ring My veins keep my heart motoring to the tying of your shoelace strings. Slipping on the slick On my lips, I wish to forget… This is not the catalyst and I am not the converter Sober, so sober, so sober Coming round to the sight of the flame tongue licking hotter Hotter, so sober, so sober this sweater If I had yet to burn I’d take off this sweater But the drops… Slipping on the slick On my lips, I wish to forget… Drank myself in Chewed myself up In the engine heat, grinding teeth Power sparks It’s just warming up (So give it more give it more give it more Drink in more) Drink in more!

Captain's found a brand new shipwreck! Where did you find that loot? £1.50 in a one-pound carboot! I don't think you've thought this through... How can I trust These useless louts with a ship of rust If I don't have a gun to shoot! There's gold in my pocket and you're not part of it... No wonder I'm so broke! This is why you never give co-ordinates to a Sea Cucumber!