Life is like a virus that our ethereal form has caught whilst roaming within the outer-realms before we were pulled down to this little place called Earth. It has been slowly and sneakily downloading and integrating itself into our perceivable reality over time, it stays dormant and lies until we believe there is no other way to experience existence. Feel trapped and alone, nobody to throw me a bone. Dead end zone.

Break down. Lose the frown. I think you need a little trip to flake town. Run away, become a stray – a bum with nothing but an empty lighter and a fucking ash tray.

Its time to partake in a little bit of astral projection, throw away your soul today, far out of orbit using sheer strength and will. Let it see and let it be because don’t worry when it’s done it will come back to thee.

Soul bound. Planet round. Contracted to last an eternity. Forever more, forever sure. But it looks like your seeping oil out of every pore. The money pours, fuck the laws – they don’t give a fuck because they think they’re untouchable.

To them reality is just a fable, spawned in their mind – originating from the cradle. Well lookie here. Rookie there. Can anybody out there find a fuck to spare? When empathy is rare, into the sun I stare. Hope to go blind and dismiss the glare.