I've Always Liked The Idea Of Improvised

Brain Gets Bent, Heart Gets Broken You Can't Jump Off Once The Pages Turn School Is Out But Never Over That's The Only Lesson You Can Learn

I Actually Think The Creative Process Is Finite, And I'm Wondering Whether I've Retched Everything Up. Because It's Like Vomiting Or Shitting.

Other Lands Became A Larder Full Of All The Good Things All We Had To Do Was Go And Take Blood The Colour Of The Rain That Grew Our Wicked Harvest Black The Colour Icing On Our Cake

People Will Always Be Tempted To Wipe Their Feet On Anything With 'welcome' Written On It.

Come English Settlement, I Had It In My Head That I Didn't Want To Tour.