I am the bewildered navigator
Front and centre
Bad vibes and esoteric threats
Itchy heels and wandering eyes
Mind tank full of remorse
Is this the right form?
Just ploughing on
Restlessly poker faced
Swimming down telephone lines
Wavy sonic sinkholes
Processing the errors
Endlessly absolving
These incendiary bombs
Lighting up the junkyard sky
Endlessly absolving
These incendiary bombs
Lighting up the junkyard sky
I am the dishevelled administrator
Wishing he were somewhere else
Throwing words into the vacuum
Gin breath and old sweat
Musky dances with the fax machine
Rhubarb and seedy climbs
Sad doll eyes
Distracted essence and tired minds
Mounds of power
Pure and white
False aims
We’re losing time
Luxury ghost flats line these streets
A toxic cabal
Watch them strut
Calm and infantilised
With rapacious minds
‘Mines a golden ale and some mouth wash
Tic-tacs and a sausage roll’
Headed for the Old fountain
To tell them all
To show them all
Lead us to the glory holes
Deliver us from our senses
I am the fat controller
Walk the corridors blindly
Complacent as the big cloud cankers
Come find me in the miradors
On the sofa spilling out my lust
Watching the volcano
Mines a swift one
Cross the astral planes
Up the sewage ducts and old canals
Shimmering on the aluminium work stations
Through telescopic sights
They feed your mind with bile
Reeling ever upward
Bloated spasm of Empire
Inside the seething chasm
Watching as the hypnotist
Plys his wibble
His jibber
His jabber
His violent sermon
Upon the non-believers
Shot blithely into the arms of the world
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