Supermarché

Bleeding into the brainstem. Your curse morphs dark. She lays in light. It bites through your life. Seeping through the bolts and cogs of These machines above. We sit inside. They sit inside. Young man turning in on himself. Flood the heart of the world. Let go. Let go. Let go. Another paradise. Let go. To see they sympathise. It's creeping 'round the aisles of the Supermarket mall. They sit and talk. She laughs. Let them burn. They set you free. Fleeing from the battlefields. Young children with shields of love. Of love. We have to rise above. Hurts, it hurts, it hurts, It hurts. It hurts, hurts, it hurts, It Hurts. Watch your world. Fuck all that. don't that