the toneless soloist

bound for a pine box
flew too close to the sun
destined to fall
Fall as you sing

Sing as you fail
You won't float on your merit
the fear of sleep you hide
The pressure bearing down

Blue turns to grey
Grey fades to white
the dead stare begins
Devoid of all life

Still falling apart
The brightest spark glows
The burnt breadth of knowledge
Now no one else knows

The world should have ended
When you were thrown from the throne
You're life now in pieces
The embers will burn

And just like the pheonix
Your birth from the flames
They lick at your heels
And cry out your moniker

So this is now ending
My hands gnarled and broke
And at your throat turning
My fingers, you spoke

To say goodbye forever
And foretell what's to come
A world without words
Is one in which I refuse to live

- Craig Wainwright 09/09/08

We live in a world that is often so hard to understand. I am happy to say I have the escape of good books and bad music.

But I'm scared that they won't last for ever.

Then what will we do?

Television will destroy us. It destroys my mind.
But I'll just let it eat at me until there is nothing but a talentless shell.

Then I can be like every other drunk, football loving jock moron.

I won't lie down anymore.

Fuck.