We call it

Something else

To disguise

Our memory

Do you recall?

The carpet shops?

Those little books

That help you make decisions

Am I the bad one?

Yep, yes I am

I couldn’t eat

Another thing

No more pages and pages of crispy skin

Am I the bad one?

Yep, yes I am

Thought it could change me, well here I am

Am I the bad one?

Yep, yes I am

Thought it could change me, well here I am

All those words

That i read

Do nothing

How I think

Selfishly

Crispy skin

Hit them once

Not again

Wide eyed

My first day

Your first day

How we’ve changed

I don’t wince

While i read

Tucked in bed

Whats wrong with me?

We keep them underground

We keep them on our page

We love their crispy skin

‘Cos it’s something that we crave

We keep them round the back

And we keep them on our page

We love their crispy skin

‘Cos it’s something that we crave

One hit right between eyes

It’s become so easy that’s no surprise

One hit right between the eyes

It’s become so easy to take a life

Am I the bad one?

Yeah, yes i am

Thought it could change me

Well here I am

Well here I am

Well here I am

All those words

That I read

Do nothing

How i think

The blood drips drips faster than you can think

The blood drips drips faster than you can think