Under Pass the Subway

Under Pass the Subway It was after all a fight for survival shattered bottle cold wet wall with concrete boots spray and listen to it rattle only this can hiss his name on the cement rough wall red white blood and heart and that’s what for Scrapping bone knuckles sore only skin that’s all colour is colour on the bland empty wall now means something more a hell of a lot more Punch punched raw skin for the pain hit the wall smoke cold air disgusting lungs but in he drew for addiction for suffering for the label and that’s what for Sold on this filth from childhood how do they manage to sell disease punch rattling paint aerosol punch thump the wall sputtering red mist saying Me me me ! This is not me ! who cut my hair and dyed it that’s what for Cut hair cut throat I am not your fashion robbing me of my money selling my body steeling me like a possession robbed me of my identity Wiped heart on cold wet walls just a wall and nothing more and that’s what for Shivers in the cold kicking glass needing something more swallowed the lot in ideals all those what do you want to be’s anything you want you told me nothing for life apart from your boredom hours filled with institutions I have nothing but your dreams to lie to me Nothing but you taking me ordering me teaching me pushing me selling me buying me cajoling me emptying me filling me using me breaking me when did you ever stop just stop to ask me It never stops my name on a wall its just like you do to me that’s what for blank featureless cold just a piece of machinery and I’m just like you solid solid red and bloody wall and that’s what for