Don't enable me Otherwise We'll waste time All I have to do is change Never be the same, Paintings, not frames Contrast helps But polar shifts Do some shit. There’s no more games Once you’ve made your play Im not in this to fade away Don’t ask me for help If you’re just gonna use me anyway ... All I have to do is change Never be the same, Paintings, not frames Contrast helps But polar shifts Do some shit. There’s no more games Once you’ve made your play Im not in this to fade away Don’t ask me for help If you’re just gonna use me anyway I'm being fed One after, another At unrecognisable speed It's almost impossible To, reveal your, self Unless, you let yourself But this rabbit hole I've fallen Into's looped through Or at least It might if I think it through Purple people see tree ahead See through me, is what thee said What is it that you might see? Before whatever I might be Might not be I'm not sure, what it is Either All I have to do is change Never be the same, Paintings, not frames Contrast helps But polar shifts Do some shit. There’s no more games Once you’ve made your play Im not in this to fade away Don’t ask me for help If you’re just gonna use me anyway All I have to do is change Never be the same, Paintings, not frames Contrast helps But polar shifts Do some shit. There’s no more games Once you’ve made your play Im not in this to fade away Don’t ask me for help If you’re just gonna use me anyway All I have to do is change Never be the same, Paintings, not frames Contrast helps But polar shifts Do some shit. There’s no more games Once you’ve made your play Im not in this to fade away Don’t ask me for help If you’re just gonna use me anyway (o-ah) I don't really like to be perceived as being singular in my way I am, much happier to float between that which motivates me So perceive without my lips attached The core essence Of what we perceive As true & true reality Has been homogenised Faced with a mental war Every day Backed into, the corner I'd fight if it were only fair Faced with a mental war Backed into the corner Rise up, rise up This is the now ... Faced with a mental war Every day Backed into, the corner I'd fight if it were only fair Faced with a mental war Backed into the corner Rise up, rise up This is the now But this rabbit hole I've fallen Into's looped through Or at least It might if I think it through Purple people see tree ahead See through me, is what thee said What is it that you might see? Before whatever I might be Might not be I'm not sure, what it is Either All I have to do is change Never be the same, Paintings, not frames Contrast helps But polar shifts Do some shit. There’s no more games Once you’ve made your play Im not in this to fade away Don’t ask me for help If you’re just gonna use me anyway All I have to do is change Never be the same, Paintings, not frames Contrast helps But polar shifts Do some shit. There’s no more games Once you’ve made your play Im not in this to fade away Don’t ask me for help If you’re just gonna use me anyway All I have to do is change Never be the same, Paintings, not frames Contrast helps But polar shifts Do some shit. There’s no more games Once you’ve made your play Im not in this to fade away Don’t ask me for help If you’re just gonna use me anyway

Fear's holding on to my lungs & I can't breathe The void's got my tongue I'm sat by the river Down where the river end There's a child, by himself & Fear's binding But he won't mind, Will he Fear 'sbinding I don't like to We don't like To like to talk & fear's binding But he won't mind Will he Fear 'sbinding I don't like to We don't like To like to talk So what am I To do With all these Things, to, do Now I sit in my room Avoiding everything Now I'm just empty There's this startling sensation that its been like this for a while Fear's holding on to my lungs & I can't breathe The void's got my tongue I'm sat by the river & Fear's binding But he won't mind, Will he Fear 'sbinding I don't like to We don't like To like to talk There's a change In the wind I can't I lost it Reprogram Re pro, gram Bu Du, Du Du, Bu Du, Du Du Du, Bu Du, Du Du, Du Du Du, Du Du, Bu Du, Du Bu Du Du Du, Du Du, Du Bu, Du Bu, Du Du, Du Du Du Du, Du Du, Du Du Du Du, Du Du, Du Du Du Na m ne ba ba nm ne ma mo dap dap dop dop stop dop stop stop Bu Du, Du Du, Bu Du, Du Du Du, Bu Du, Du Du, Du Du Du, Du Du, Bu Du, Du Bu Du Du Du, Du Du, Du Bu, Du Bu, Du Du, Du Du Du Du, Du Du, Du Du Du Du, Du Du, Du Du Du Na m ne ba ba nm ne ma mo dap dap dop dop stop dop stop stop stop stop

can’t cope with these copiates star ing at the mirror I lost my self in hope less ness In hope less ness Somebody flicked on a switch Off the lights went off When did it all start to glitch Off the lights went off Somebody flicked the switch Off the lights off can’t cope with these copiates star ing at the mirror I lost my self I’m not the reflection Somehow I’m fine with it Somehow I’m still hidin Somehow I’m fine with it I’ve lost it again can’t cope with these copiates star ing at the mirror I lost my self in hope less ness I can’t see myself I need a breath

I dawdled slowly through the cityscape, deep grooves carve through the insipid pavement at my feet. The soft tug of wind in my hair drew me to explore this colossal metropolis. Broad rays of warm sunlight seeped casually over those immovable structures, the fatigued sun resonating off the architecture, establishing a clear distinction between light and dark. To my left resided a quiet side-street. Abruptly overcome by the urge to explore, I loosened my tie. Upon entering the quaint backstreet, a sudden stillness hit me like a stone wall. The landscape was saturated with inspiration; deep grooves jutting in and out of worn pavers, walls plastered with posters and paraphernalia, a mess of colour, a placid mosaic. Stretching my gaze down the lane an old man sat mirthfully by a stained window pane, his relaxed demeanour and cheerful gaze, unmoved by the amplitude of his surroundings. Across from the old man, a lively group of characters dwelled, sitting upon makeshift chairs made of retired milk crates. Cigarette smoke swelling above them, diffusing in an unusually sedative breeze. I was allured by their scent, as if I was being drawn in to their conversation. Overcome with curiosity, I contemplated walking over. Was I acting foolishly? Would they welcome me or would toss me aside? Nevertheless, I proceeded forward becoming enveloped in their fumes. I felt my structured disposition loosen. They tossed me a crate, welcoming me by asking for my name. I repeated it back and was offered a cigarette, a gesture confirming my acceptance. The undergrowth of the city accentuates its foreground, without it metropolis would be bland and uninteresting. It was at this point, I realised I had been consumed by the bright lights of the city. I had only seen the foreground forgoing divulging deeper to appreciate the beauty and depth that lie behind. My disposition had kept me uninterested, uninspired, unhappy. I yanked at my flimsy tie, driving it to the floor. Coming apart at the knot as it made contact. This growth, contiguous with the towering flat-faced figures that be. Wallowing in the long shadow of their immaculate bodies, colossal in their entirety. They sit, unmoved by the encompassing flood of rustling entities, blind to the mural of life at their feet.

Moment to moment Always the same Moment to moment Always the same A struggle to do with the repeats in the lines I thought to think To interlink My mouth & my mind I’ll break this loop Once it’s a habit You’ll eventually see You’re not paying attention You’re just listening moment to moments a haze, why’s it always the same Stuck in a hallway, Stuck in a Stuck in a moment to moments a haze, why’s it always the same Stuck in a hallway, Stuck in a hallway Repeat moment to moments a haze, why’s it always the same Stuck in a hallway, Stuck in a Stuck in a moment to moments a haze, why’s it always the same Stuck in a hallway, Stuck in a hallway moment to moments a haze, why’s it always the same Stuck in a hallway, Stuck in a Stuck in a moment to moments a haze, why’s it always the same Stuck in a hallway, Stuck in a hallway What you say to someone, Directly impacts their perception of the world; a child knows only what to say, either by it being said, or bein’ asked How do I change The way I change The way I feel I took it personally, Before you made it personal I’m lost in anecdotes The room shifting The walls are closing in I dissociated again moment to moments a haze, why’s it always the same Stuck in a hallway, Stuck in a Stuck in a moment to moments a haze, why’s it always the same Stuck in a hallway, Stuck in a hallway moment to moments a haze, why’s it always the same Stuck in a hallway, Stuck in a Stuck in a moment to moments a haze, why’s it always the same Stuck in a hallway, Stuck in a hallway moment to moments a haze, why’s it always the same Stuck in a hallway, Stuck in a Stuck in a moment to moments a haze, why’s it always the same Stuck in a hallway, Stuck in a hallway Repeat moment to moments a haze, why’s it always the same Stuck in a hallway, Stuck in a Stuck in a moment to moments a haze, why’s it always the same Stuck in a hallway, Stuck in a hallway

Happy [day of the week], glad you stuck around for that last track & that you’re here with us. Hope the next track helps you get on with whatever you’re getting up to. not done, neurodivergent son but my ego left the building now I could be anyone I can read your signs but not my language the feel of my feed’s fractured yet I see; inverted, phase flipped I’m upside down so all my belonging’s fallen out An ode, is an idea, is a work of art Coming up next we've got a lovely tune, dunno what it's about, why it's about or where it's about. So I guess its up to you to work out, what it is. 'Cos there are many endings in the hall of meaning.

blank space like a blank canvas Never the same, Compressing air in space It always changes Always changing places Face the flame Let the rest Fade away Ashes locked away in the cupboard Of my brain Top shelf By the beans & the black hole in my dreams Trees make green I don’t think we could breathe With out the Trees are dying Trees are dying Trees are dying Plant to sow the seed Trees are dying Trees are dying Trees are dying Pen comin off the page Ink blot in the flames Everything you do Changes the room Every word on the page Burns like fire In the light of the rain It always changes It always changes It always changes places It always changes It always changes It always changes places Always changing faces It is as it is not It is not as it is; & yet it is We choose in the time we place It always changes Face the flame Let the rest Fade away Ashes locked away in the cupboard Of my brain Cupboard to the left Top shelf By the beans & the black hole in my dreams I don’t come home To not be given the space To wear my own face ‘Cos I can shift the waves of my lips But I need you to know what it means as a consequence A prequel to the end Played at the start Not quite the end Endless Dream Nightmare Dream Nightmare Dream Nightmare Dream Fuck It always changes It always changes It always changes place Changing face It is as it is not It is as as it not; & yet it is No sleep The trees are dying The trees are dying The trees are dying

Inside is where it begins there’s a rhythm in my head it’s just hard to start again inside is where it begins there’s a rhythm in my head again blue light keeps me up at night Is my phone In control o me I’ve got a live feed of human suffering That plays on my screen Constant hoodwink But theres a live stream dictated to you & me on what to think why doublethink Black mirror think for me ‘cos i need an escape Black mirror you’re escaping me I think I learned to talk I’ve got a live feed of human suffering That’s plays on my screen On repeat I’ve got a live stream of human suffering that plays in my head on repeat blue light keeps me up at night blue light keeps me inside my mind What am I to believe What I’m told or what I see What I feel seems to escape me i worry we’re led to believe in a figment of imagination isolated from each other translating meaning from a screen Our kids Aren’t Prepared for this ‘Cos it seems It makes its mind up For me & I don’t like that They’re live streaming Human suffering Whatever happened to make believe Our kids Aren’t Prepared for this I don’t Want them to feel That they can’t speak what they think I’ve got live feed Of human suffering It’s playing on my screen ‘Til I go to sleep what we look at determines our capacity to think & what we think determines how we speak