Author: Paul

Made in Sheffield.
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Spies in the Wires, Their Disguise

Those who follow, live on their knees,
Those who lead will surely fall.
So put your shoulder to the wheel
And feel your back against the wall.

So feel the rain and walk this city
Human waste, feel its pity
I dreamt of blue in darkened skies
Ignored the truth and closed my eyes

They said they’d help you and they lied
Spies in the wires, their disguise
Red saliva down my spine
I smiled so hard I lost my mind

This is the end. Message sent.
The news is leaking from the tv set
No celebration, salvation
Self inflicted isolation.

The life I made was to unwind
A melting wave drives me blind
Someone else has drawn the line
All I need is another time

I chose honour and dreamt of blue
Just one duty till I’m through
Cry havoc and make me move
Shed blood, the time is due.

This is the end. Message sent.
The news is leaking from the tv set
No celebration, salvation
Self inflicted isolation.

Lyrics by Paul Toohill

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We Lie and We Cheat

We are men of the millennium
We lie and we cheat
We can’t find our way
So we use who we meet
There’s nothing we can’t do
Nothing we can’t take
So we’ll eat you
Steal what we can’t make

Pollute what is pure
Rape all we find
Taking from the poor
Stealing from the blind
Time has made us cruel
We feel so strong
Hatred is our fuel
Our reason is so wrong

Nothing we can’t do
No one we can’t hate
We can’t turn back
It’s just too late
Reaching for stars
Crippled by fear
Falling to Earth
Our time is near

Lyrics by Paul Toohill