caught on the back step i see myself tripping

on the dark ship that i be voyaging

into the darkest deepest recess

my mirror image shatters into a thousand pieces

as i entertain the thoughts of my reflection

a one way ticket through the corridors of tension

the flip side, the negative vibe

too easy to hate and too lazy to like

so don't pinch me now cos i know i'm alive

from the cold fronting to the demons inside

an invasion taking me over

exiled to an isle with my own paranoia

an awkwardness that drains me helpless

like paraplegics lying in comas

in touch with my nature's a corpse that lies under

send you into stasis with a cold look stare



give me someone (to hate)...

caught on the back step i sense something's missing

from this scene to the voices i'm hearing

into this perilous vortex of emotions

the battle commences with one's defences

so check out my stature

an instinctive procedure

motions a signal - don't you come any closer

the expression is a blank

no signs of weakness

disguise the guile as i hate myself

so don't pinch me now cos i'm feeling alive

from the cold fronting to the demons inside

an invasion taking me over

exiled to an isle with my own paranoia

an awkwardness that drains me helpless

like a bad dream forever falling in darkness

the flip side the negative vibe

so easy to hate and too lazy to like