Migraine No2

Nicky Wire is no more
He’s lying face down on the floor
His knees are fucked, his back is sore
His face parades a thousand years
His mind is numb, it’s filled with fear
His makeup is a-runnin'
The tears they're a-comin'

I walk in a maze that I designed
The twists and the turns, they're filling my mind
I shot myself down, I make myself blind
The metaphorical mental decline
Just getting out of bed to find
Distracted by persistence of time

The more I find my voicе
The more I hate thе sound of it
The more I find my voice
The more I hate the sound of it