Tuesday Night on the High StreetMature

Tuesday night eludes the basis of common sense
Two reasons why we clamour capital punishment
Cowardice of losers breeds the actions of desperation
Wandering for something to score and to murder
I’m not part of that sad existence, neither are my friends
So shove your philosophy up your fucking asshole

I jumped on the fearful state of mind
I was held at the edge of a knife
Everyone saw and they walked away
I am only human, you will find
I don’t cope too well under strife
Though I am no longer easy prey

They stole everything from my person
My dignity was left the rot in the street
They buried with us fiction, a drama for the television
He held the blade and bleated about rape
Because I was from a hated area, he held accusation
But I don’t know any other fuckers like this one

I jumped on the fearful state of mind
I was held at the edge of a knife
Everyone saw and they walked away
How could they be so fucking blind
Another typical night in a town so rife
with this activity... or so you say

I'll be just a statistic

Escape was divine and thankfully swift
This town is too labyrinthine for the sane
But it sunk in as I trespassed the shadows
As soon as I returned, you replayed me your heroism
Claiming you were vigilant in such an incident
Thanks a fucking lot, I feel so much better

I jumped on the fearful state of mind
I was held at the edge of a knife
Everyone saw and they walked away
I am only human, you will find
I don’t cope too well under strife
Though I am no longer easy prey

They tried to put me on the anti-depressants
As I downplayed my breakdown
No one seems to understand
I just want someone to talk to
Someone I know, we can share dark humour
But it’s obvious
It isn’t you

The End

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