Backs To The Bricks

Everyday drifting
Linking hours like flower chains
All the same games and the deep thinking
Street siblings with tainted views
Heart aches, smoke away brains to lose stomach pains so they keep lifting
But feds get statistics to meet so they keep on shifting youths
Say stressed still necking the booze
No inspiration, same old samples on endless loops
Age old patterns played out, save face lost talent
K-holes getting battered
Everybody with a point to prove, point to your problems
Options lost in the plastic fumes
Last chances, come today gone tomorrow like bargains passing hands
Heartless, brass bands playing coke-can blues in their coke-can flats
Prang cats and their mood swings
Seek direct help with drawn out faces
Pass back their belts and their shoes strings, losing patience
Watching mistakes like outtakes
Dead weights falling caught short like haymakers
In this hospital without walls, outpatients wander, concrete corridors empty
Dreading facing facts, mental fragments
Back to the bricks where reality stings
Numb voices
Brain-dead killing time till their death beds
Feel like kings when they’re living in debt
No short straws listen as the walls talk back
Singing anthems for warped minds
Simplified like techstep
The ready-eye pounce on movements
Where we act on impulse
Caught up on cause and effect like roadkill caught in the headlights
Self-made scapegoats puppets on strings in stage shows
Poker faces like ghosts in the dead night
Debit cards cutting like bread knives
Hydrochloride eyes watch me still vacant
Stereotypes and chalk outlines
Still dreaming a life but still alive shaking
Waiting for a last drag of death’s breath that will leave them
Quickly satisfied like punchlines and cheap skets
A generation born dreading what’s next
Passing time like flies in this wasp nest
Lost in hindsight, lives out of context
Parasites scavenge off themselves like bitter sweet
Cycles of death digging graves in this field of dreams
Complex patterns of deceit, deadbeats and throwbacks
Car crash in slow motion
Photo-real characters leap out of screens like IMAX
Extras in deleted scenes and lost meanings in
Minds of pavement dreamer’s lives repeating like time lapse
All foreplay with no climax
It’s all highs and lows, hit the come down
Black and white slideshows in a technicolour time span
Angels in plain clothes run down
It’s powdered noses and no hopers
Jokers that focus on front now proudly stand
Faithless clone soldiers in armies of dead faces