Psychedelia amongst the stars

I wish to see the stars beyond what I can see
Rupturing and distorting the sky
Sifting my fingers through the cracks of reality
Ripping the 4th dimension open
to see what's behind my mind
What's behind the reality I'm in right now
Where my adventure and I will find each other
Floating on the ocean
Rafting toward the edge of the world
I surf on the creases of the ocean
Rocking and rolling
My eyes seeing only what my mind can understand
I wish to see the monster that lights up the sun
for it to eat me and shit me out as a supernova 
glittering the abyss of the universe with my space dust
I want to hold jupiter and saturn, bare, in my hands
I want to smell Jupiter with it's atmosphere rifting through between my fingers
The gases, soft and in flux within the cupping of my hands
The hands of a god.
It smells of sulfur, man farts and rotten eggs
I think I found my adventure.

Call of duty

I took a shit and forgot to flush
Oh baby, what a rush.
I really squirmed my asshole for that one...
I can still feel how tender my anus is in my bum-bum.
Oh shit! My mum found it...
Can you imagine if anyone else knew that I eat and shit?
I told my mum I'd clean up the poo-poo
But of course my mum just cleaned it and refused
My mum just touched the shit I forgot to flush
Oh baby, what a rush

The sounds of electric guitars reverb off the walls of East London

Behind the glass it all seems so real
Framed within the plastic window pane
Static lights, amber amidst the indigo of the celestial
A romantic painting of suburban houses and moving trains
London is on fire, the flames are electric
Mercurial ubers reflect highlights of iPhone X's and Samsung S9's
The twinkles set the scene as the stage is lit
The clouds puff, curtaining the noise of wagamama shop signs
I see blue hills in the distance, stooting stars in the sky
They shoot towards heathrow, sponsored by airlines
I smell the air of the cold and industrial,
Civil servants carrying cheap vodka and £3 meal deals
I stroke the coarse, rugged surface of the bricks
She's so beautiful with her scars, cuts and nicks
I feel the story, uneven, unfurnished and crumbling
She yearns to be loved, to be something
My darling London looks so beautiful tonight
Dressed in black among the grey of yesterday
I stare out into the distance peppered with city lights
The lady of the night dances where the darkness lays

The dangers of being/The Devil wears angel wings

Where's my vaseline?
In the trash
Something's burning...
Lipstick up my ass
Cold roaming home
Distraught and alone
Limping, bleeding along the loading zone
Busted lip, broken nose
Torn up pussy, torn up clothes
He was nice so I didn't say anything
Even though he persisted to try...many things...

[inaudible]

I cried and cried...
I thought I was to blame
Then I thought: "What's the use?...
He already came."