I am merely a loser,
Knowledge is my kryptonite against others,
I sit trying to find the man in the box,
Just so you know skater boy,
I am anything but ordinary,
As I sit counting crows I wonder if I am forsaken,

In the darkness I say a prayer and believe,
I must remember to liberate myself with the meaning of life,
Never come down with the sickness and stupify,
Never listen to the voices of intoxication,
Numb to the sound of dropping plates,
I seek to find the god of the mind,

I am bound knowing I am the one,
A welcome burden of breathing devour,
Get psycho in the game and shout,
The glass shatters as I walk,
The fatal tragedy of the silent man,
As I wait for sleep I see the dance of eternity and the seasons of change,

Knowing the danger of the trip like I do,
I haemorrhage,
Yet we have all the time in the world,
The familiar gelosea brings fourth to me the ruins of Neptune,
In the web of a firefly I underdose,
Crushed like fruit in the ice warm lava twilight,
A miracle castaway of a psychotic break of solitude,

Anger rising on locked on targets
As I wander hellbound,
Gone in your angel eyes into the chemical tribe,
Give it a name,
Mothers spinning in her grave from the spiderbite,
She was my girl,

Murderers have me sing my last serenade,
I spit out brackishly what I had always wanted,
Forsaken love on the rocks,
Kick the breathless,
Sailing to Philadelphia sweating bullets,
A moto-psycho where the wild things are,

As I learn the hard way I am not a leader of men,
You know your right,
Underneath it all I am just a dreamer,
But it gets me through like Pantera fans in love,
Out for blood I avoid the light,
Snowblind and caged in a rage,

Like a blue light turning red,
Heavy metal rules the killers,
In memory I am mine,
Alive a nice even flow,
I am mine as I endure,
Send angels as I am damaged and stranded,

Here with me worlds collide like a fairy tale of candy coated waterdrops,
Like a one man army no one knows the lost art of keeping a secret,
Halleluja! I will,
You hate sun as it links 2 3 4  to your mother,
Like a man on the moon I am a believer,
I am gonna get ya good freak,

On an open fire without you this is my anthem for the year 2000,
I lay blind as your breaking me down,
You stole my halo,
This unreal new faith leaves me wide open,
Back to the primative like black hole sun,
Push it through the black and white,

I’m with stupid on a magic carpet ride searching for a cure on a zero star,
Driving me crazy what goes around like a heartworm,
The blisters and last orders,
The enmity like a bed of dolls,
I lay half sick and milkfed staring into the blue,
The lost mourning silence of war,

Like a ddevil eating chop suey its streamline like honey,
Like a peephole filled with spiders,
Aerials of sugar storaged in innervision,
The toxicity of the needles say fuck the system and walk with your head up suite pea,
Shelter the breathless in the city of angels such a friendly world,
Girl’s talk of goodbye lament but time is mine,

Into the night patterns schism
A wonderwoman to turn me on mr dead-man,
Torn apart in the eruption when worlds collide,
I can’t smile with an itch I'd rather push the little daises than succumb to a voodoo lady


By Jan Coates
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