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There's a cold, constant neon flicker 

Filled with an odour of decline and sour liqour 

Where bodies intertwine and spirits linger 

I suck the blood of a left hand finger 

And with it I release my self-esteem 

A reason to redeem 

I'm a failure - I'm unclean


There's not an action I regret 

I light another cigarette


And through the smoke, I feel the scent 

Of something far beyond an incident 

A lecture for the trivial 

Artistic, not theatrical 

And she moves just like an erotic cabarГѓВ©t 

Leaving the lust for both happiness and dismay 

The softest lips, gold gracious fingertips 

As she moves, I watch her hips 

This is chaos, this is karma 

Coming down into a drama 


This is what I feed on - I won't forget 

I light another cigarette 


We inhale the honey gently 

Planning a smooth and thoughtful re-entry 

A first world war documentary 

With a touch of the twentyfirst century 

Two calculative wannabes 

Running dry on energy 

With poison floating through their veins 

Superficial intolerance 

Four blurred eyes taken leave of sense 

Intoxicated, in pains 

Confronting, colliding, exploding 

As if our lives would end this very day 

With lethal words that sting and say 

I've seen it all 

I'll take anything, come what may 

Given the world into my hands 

There's something I wouldn't miss 

The fruit of an evening like this 

The reuniting kiss 


Take aim, fire - this is what you get 

We light another cigarette