Dour [spoken]

The first impression you're boxed within
If I'm worth redemption I've got to sin
All the situations I've got us in
Now we play fight in the apocalypse

Hop scotching on monuments
Stubborn as the skyline
That splits and rips to fractals in the centre of the minds eye
Night skies rejected for prime time
Switch on and switch off as it flies by
Tick tock the game goes on but you won't watch on the sideline

Flames licking the wing span
Saliva singeing memories
Baring scars. Tearing hearts, ventricles dropped on cemeteries

Bombs away. You've got to stay
Forgotten days and solemn ways
Yeah I'm still the same guy
Still weary of the cost of change
While the lost shot rocking costly chains
Guess the blocks hot but the frost remains

Gotta change the scenery
Rolling hills over made machinery

At my boldest I'm innocuous. Blindfolded in the metropolis
I did the jitterbug till I split the rug
And danced before the populous

Cavorting till the raucous stopped, and they eventually conformed and rocked
Swaying side to side, like pendulums placed before the gods

So maybe we are programmed
Still I'd switch the channel
And If it's a stream we're rowing down I need to find a different paddle

One without these holes in