THE ALL-IMPORTANT LIE DETECTOR TEST

EMILY BONES.

RIBS IN A PICTURE PERFECT CAGE TOOTH FALL OUT

YOU GOT YOUR MARADOL, YOU GOT YOUR MEGESTROL

YOU GOT YOUR MELORIL

ANA SAYS MIA IS TO BLAME FOR THIS FALL OUT

A TRIANGLE PELVIS, LICE AND SHAME AND TORMENT

YOU GOT YOUR MARADOL, YOU GOT YOUR MEGESTROL

YOU GOT YOUR MELORIL

LESSONS ARE ONLY LEARNED BY THE GUILTY

LA SENZA BODY

STUCK BONES

THE LESSONS OF OUR INNOCENCE REVEALED

BY THE LIPSTICK SMEARS ON EMILYM UN-VEALED

NOTHING TASTES AS GOOD AS SKINNY FEELS

#79 VIOLET MAGNETIQUE.

I GOT NOTHING TO SAY, I GOT NOTHING TO SAY

I GOT NOTHING TO SAY, SO YOU CAN SIT AND WAIT

I TAKE MY PAROXETINE, I TAKE MY FLUOXETINE

I TAKE MY CIPRAMIL, MY CIPRALEX AND MY SERTRALINE

I TAKE MY PAROXETINE, MY BENZODIAZEPINES

I TAKE MY DOPAMINE, MY MELORIL, DIHYDROCODEINE

I PUT MY GLASS IN THE FACE OF A GENERATION

I LAUGH IN THE FACE OF AGENDA

I AM SO FUCKING BORED OF THINKING

WELL NOW I GOT NOTHING TO SAY, I AIN’T GOT NOTHING TO SAY

NOW I GOT NOTHING TO SAY, SAFE SEX HA HA HA (joke)

AND NOW I GOT NOTHING TO SAY, NOTHING TO SAY

WELL I GOT NOTHING

GUESS THESE DRUGS ARE REALLY DULLING ME…(!)

I PUT MY GLASS IN THE FACE OF A GENERATION

I LAUGH IN THE FACE OF AGENDA

I AM SO FUCKING BORED OF THINKING

SOME ANIMALS ARE MORE EQUAL THAN OTHERS.

PAINT A PICTURE OF A MODERN MAN:

A SYMPTOMATIC ANOMALY IN A PINK SHIRT

KNUCKLES SCRAPING, SPLIT LIPS LISPING

A MODERN MAN, A MODEL MAN

WHICH ASYLUM BREEDS HIS VIOLENCE?

THIS IS A NECESSARY GOODBYE

THE PURCHASE IS FINAL

YOU DON’T HAVE THE STRENGTH TO RESIST ARREST

I’M A MODERN MAN

AND THIS IS THE LAST TIME I’LL FALL FOR IT

OF WHICH SOCIETY IS THIS ENEMY?

IS IT JEREMY OR GMTV?

THE UFC OR SCFC?

OR THE PREMIER LEAGUE?

I’M A MODERN MAN

AND THIS IS THE LAST TIME I’LL FALL FOR IT

BULLETPROOF.

TIME: IT’S THE DISTANCE TO DEATH FROM WHEN YOU’RE FEELING FINE

THE DISTANCE TO SEX FROM THE TOP OF YOUR THIGH

IT’S A PROMISE’S FAILURE TO MAKE THE SUN SHINE

IT’S A PROMISE I WILL FAIL

I NEED PROTECTED SEX IN A BULLETPROOF VEST

COTTONWOOL NEST AND FILTER CIGARETTE

A REASON TO PRAY WHEN THERE’S NOTHING LEFT

THAT’S THE REASON GETTING LAID DON’T MAKE ME FEEL SO FUCKING GOOD

LIFE: IT BEGINS WITH A BEAT AND IT ENDS WITH A THIN FLAT LINE

IT BENDS AND IT BREAKS AND IT PLAYS ON THIS MIND OF MINE

IF A PROMISE IS A FAILURE TO MAKE THE SUN SHINE

HERE’S A PROMISE I WILL FAIL

THE LOST IDEOLOGY OF FEUDAL JAPAN

IT’S DIFFICULT TO TELL WHO YOU ARE ANYMORE

SCRATCHING AND CLAWING THE CROWD

THE OOZING SEA OF GRINNING FACES

YOUR PLASTIC GRIN THE WIDEST

DEATHMASK LIPS STICKINGTOGUMS

AND ROTTSTENCH FAECAL BREATH

FROM ALL THE ASSES YOU BEEN CHEWING OUT

AND ALL THE SHIT THAT YOU SWALLOW

CHOKING ON THE GHOSTS THAT YOU WON’T GIVE UP

YOU’RE TRIPPING OVER BODIES OF YOUR SCAPEGOATS

THAT LOOK LIKE YOU BUT THEY NEVER ARE YOU

THEY’RE FALLING ON THEIR SWORDS ALL AROUND YOU

THERE’S NOTHING OR NO-ONE THAT’D COAX FROM YOU

ANY SCENT OF THE DECENT THING

NO ONE YOU’D FALL ON YOUR OWN SWORD FOR

NOT EVEN THE WHORES WHO EMPLOY YOU

NO ONE YOU’D CALL ON YOUR OWN SOUL FOR

NOT EVEN THE BORES THAT ADORE YOU

NO MORE MISTER SEVEN BREATH DECISIONS

HITHERTHITHER MIND

ALWAYS SWAYING ALWAYS CHANGING

IT LOOKS LIKE BLOOD

BUT IT NEVER IS BLOOD

IT’S SOMETHING ELSE ENTIRELY

REDPENLEAKING IN YOUR TOP SHIRT POCKET

YOUR HARAKIRI FALSE PROMISE

BINARY BLIND AND DOLLAR MIND

YOU NUMBER CRUNCH YOUR WOMEN

WHO SPREAD THEIR LEGS LIKE HUMMINGBIRDWINGS

AND CONVINCE THEMSELVES OF THEIR LOVE FOR YOU

LYING IN THE SHEETS THAT YOU VERMINATE

SHARKTEEETH LOUD WITH ENAMEL GRIND

THINKING OF THE SHADOWS WITH THE KNIVES IN THEIR BACK AND THE GREASE IN THE PALM THAT THEY PAID YOU

SLAVERING CORRUPTION EVERY TWITCH OF YOUR MOUTH

RETAINER JUST THE BENJAMINS THEY HANDED TO YOU

FOLLOWING THE PATHS OF YOUR IGNORANCE

AMOUNTING TO THE TOTAL OF YOUR FUTURE

WALLOWING IN THE POOLS OF INCOMPETENCE

THAT ARE PAID THROUGH THE NOSE AT YOUR LEISURE

NO MORE MISTER SEVEN BREATH DECISIONS

HITHERTHITHER MIND

ALWAYS SWAYING ALWAYS CHANGING

FALSE TO THE THOUGHT OF THE MOMENT

BLOATED EGO

FOOL’S HABITS

NEGLIGENCE IS AN EXTREME THING

BUSHIDO

ALL BLOOD NO MARY.

WHY SHOULD I BE OUTDONE IN THREE OR FOUR UNITS’ TIME?

BEER + WINE = FINE

ABSINTHE MAKES MY HEART FONDER

AN ESSENCE OF SOCIAL STIGMA

PYLORI PARANOIA IS SERVED WITH LIVER FRIED

DOG’S HAIR DISH ON THE SIDE

TO MAKE THIS MATHEMATIC STRUCTURE FAIL

JUST INSERT A MINUS BY THE DRINK

WHY SHOULD I BE OUTNUMBERED IF THE EQUATION I SET MYSELF FALLS ON ONE SIDE?

ABSINTHE MAKES MY HEART FONDER

AN ESSENCE OF SOCIAL STIGMA

IS THAT YOUR FINAL ANSWER

IS IT?

ALL BLOOD NO MARY:

TO MAKE THIS MATHEMATIC STRUCTURE FAIL

JUST INSERT A MINUS BY THE DRINK

THEN YOU’LL SEE ME SUFFERING

TOO MANY DOORS ARE CLOSING

TOO MANY FRIENDSHIPS ENDING

TOO MANY DAYS ARE FADING

TOO MANY DEBTS ASCENDING

TOO MANY LOVERS LEAVING

TOO MANY ULCERS BLEEDING

TOO MANY THOUGHTS OPPOSING

TOO MANY DOORS ARE CLOSING

SAPERE AUDE.

INFLATE YOUR EGO ONCE AGAIN

YOUR CELLOPHANE PAPERCHASING

BLOOD RUNS SOUR IN VEINS

ANOTHER DAY AND YOU’LL BE CRYING BY MY PICTURE

YOUR LITTLE FACE ALL TEARS

AND TASTEFUL ANECDOTES ALL TURNED TO HATE

WHAT AM I TO DO BUT FINANCE YOU

THROUGH SYSTEMATIC READINGS OF THE MIND?

DOES IT EMBARRASS YOU THAT I’M YOUR PARACHUTE?

THIS CHEQUEBOOK IS BREAKING AT THE SPINE

I MIGHT AS WELL BE ORDINARY

FOR REASONS I’VE DEFINED

A HOTEL ROOM, YOU SUCK MY DICK

YOU’LL MAKE ENDS MEET ANOTHER WAY

AND THOUGH IT’S CRUEL I MUST ADMIT I HAVE NO SYMPATHY AT ALL

YOU SHOULD HAVE MADE YOUR PLANS IN PENCIL

PLANS ARE PLANS AND PLANS THEY CHANGE

JUST A BURST BALLOON FLOATING ON A LAKE

WHAT AM I TO DO BUT FINANCE YOU

THROUGH SYSTEMATIC READINGS OF THE MIND?

DOES IT EMBARRASS YOU THAT I’M YOUR PARACHUTE?

THIS CHEQUEBOOK IS BREAKING AT THE SPINE

I MIGHT AS WELL BE ORDINARY

FOR REASONS I’VE DEFINED

COLUMBINE&ABSALOM.

COLUMBINE: PIZZA PARLOUR PASTIME PANTOMIME

DRAW YOUR OWN CONCLUSIONS FROM A HAT

DECOY, FAILED DETERRENT, SPLUTTERBOMB DISCOTHEQUE, TRENCHCOAT MAFIA

COLUMBINE AND ABSALOM DISAPPOINTED

FIRST THE BOND AND THEN THE SON

DISAPPOINTED

COLUMBINE: CANTEEN SPECIAL OFFER – UXB

JOCK AND GEEK, FAKE/RARE/DEAD HARMONY

LAST BUS, HELD BREATH, GHOST SHIP AGONY

CLOAKS OF POPULARITY

COLUMBINE AND ABSALOM DISAPPOINTED

FIRST THE BOND AND THEN THE SON

DISAPPOINTED

COLUMBINE: CAR BOOT GUN SALE, PROXY SIGNEE

E942.

MORE PRICKS THAN A SECONDHAND DARTBOARD

YOU’VE GOT MORE FACES THAN BIG BEN

YOU’VE TOLD MORE LIES THAN I RECALL

YOU’VE HAD MORE LAYS THAN A FUCKING BED

AND MORE LOVERS THAN GIACOMO

MORE CUNTS THAN A NEWSSTAND’S UPPER SHELF

I’LL TAKE MY SACKCLOTH AND ASHES

AND MEET YOU AND LIFT UP YOUR VEIL

LESSONS ARE ONLY LEARNED BY THE GUILTY

LA SENZA BODY

STUCK BONES

SWANSONG [EPIC].

NOTHING TO HIDE: WINDOWS ARE WALLS IN HER EYES

PUT INTO PLACE: PUZZLES AND PIECES OF PRIDE

NOT TO MY TASTE, TONGUE IN HER MOUTH FOR THE PRIZE

LITTLE WHITE LIES, SILENCES CUT WITH A KNIFE

DEFY, REARRANGE, THE BURDENSOME CHAINS

BULLET, MAKE IT ALL BETTER

DENY, REARRANGE THE TIRESOME GAMES

THOUGH THEY MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER

‘WHAT IS IT?’ SHE SAID, WHEN SHE GOT IN MY FACE

VITAMIN PILL FULL OF FAITH, LOOKING AT THE GAPS IN HER LINES

INNER THOUGHTS ON THE PAGE

CAUGHT UP IN APPLES AND EYES IN A SENSE

ON THE STAGE

YOU FAILED THE TEST: UNSYMPATHETIC AND SUCH A MESS

YOU FAILED TO PASS THE ALL-IMPORTANT LIE DETECTOR TEST

SOMETHING TO HIDE: LOST IN A VOID DEEP INSIDE

PUT IN MY PLACE – BED IS A SPACE WHERE SHE LIES

BETTER BY FAR, BOUGHT INTO BUYING MY TIME

NOTHING SURVIVES A FIRE AS COLD AS HER ICE

DEFY, REARRANGE, THE BURDENSOME CHAINS

BULLET, MAKE IT ALL BETTER

DENY, REARRANGE THE TIRESOME GAMES

THOUGH THEY MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER

‘WHAT IS IT?’ SHE SAID, WHEN SHE GOT IN MY FACE. ‘RITALIN?’

RATTLING MY CAGE, STABBING AT MY VEINS WITH A PEN

THAT SHE’S POISED ON THE PAGE

POISONED BY RAGE, WON’T ADMIT SHE’S ACCEPTED HER FATE

YOU FAILED THE TEST: UNSYMPATHETIC AND SUCH A MESS

YOU FAILED TO PASS THE ALL-IMPORTANT LIE DETECTOR TEST

I DON’T WANT THIS BUT I DON’T LEARN

I DON’T WANT A SILENCER

IT’S ALL IN MY

IT’S ALL IN MY FUCKING HEAD

I KNOW NOT I – I KNOW NOT WHY SHE KNOWS WHY

SHE KNOWS NOT WHY I KNOW SHE KNOWS THAT I LIE

I KNOW NOT I – I KNOW NOT WHY SHE KNOWS WHY

NOW SPINELESS AND SPERMLESS

I’M FINE

STENDHAL SWEETHEART

COLOURBLINDED EYES

LIPS DRINK SHAPE AND SHADE

RAZOREDGE BRUSHSTROKES

CUT DEEP AND CLEAN

OIL-HUE-BLOOD

G(u)ILT FRAMED, DIMINISHING PERSPECTIVE

VIOLENT LOVE AFFAIR WITH THE UNREAL

FUCK THAT ANCIENT BITCH

PERFECT FIGURE 30 X 20

GIVE OR TAKE A BEAUTIFUL INCH OR TWO

TAKE THE BLADE

OR THE ACID

OR THE GUN

WIPE THE SMILE FROM HER POP(u)LAR FACE

SMEAR TO WHITE CANVAS YOUR OWN WORK OF ART

YOUR MASTERPIECE

THAT NEVER CAN EXIST

THAT NEVER QUITE EVER EXISTS

LIMBS PINNED LIKE BUTTERFLIES IN BULLETPROOF CASE

FACE PRESSED TO FLOOR TEETH GRANITE GROUND

AND THE SCREAMS

AND THE SHOUTS

AND THE SIRENS

SIRENS

DIRTY SHIRLEY.

WELL I WAS SINKING IN SIN, AND I WAS SIPPING A GIN

AND I WAS STARTING TO THINK ‘WHAT’S LEFT OF ME?’

I GOT MY HEARTACHE ON MY SLEEVE, FORGET THE BIRDS AND THE BEES

I GOT MY MACARONI CHEESE AND MY LAXATIVES

MIRROR, MIRROR ON THE WALL, IT WAS THE KET THAT FUCKED IT ALL

NOW I’M LOCKED INSIDE THE BATHROOM WITH A GIRL I DON’T KNOW

I HAD MY COCK OUT WHEN SHE CAME INTO THE ROOM

AND WE WERE SMOKING

THE REST IS JUST A BLUR

THE LESS I REMEMBER ABOUT IT, THE BETTER

ROOFIES ARE ALL THE RAGE, MY HEART’S A BRICK IN A CAGE

IT’S AT THAT CRITICAL STAGE: WHAT’S LEFT OF ME?

WE GOT THE POST-WEDDING-BLUES, OUR LIVERS SOAKING IN BOOZE

IT WAS THE SHOTS THAT REALLY MADE A MESS OF ME

WE’RE BIGGING UP THE BIGGEST APPLE, GAGGING DOWN THE COLDEST SNAPPLE

DEHYDRATION, REHYDRATION,

GET SOME VITAMIN PILLS FOR FUCKSAKE

NEWYORKISM, ULCERISM

LEAVE BEHIND A TRAIL OF BLOOD AND JISM

AND DON’T ANSWER THE PHONE

THE LESS I REMEMBER ABOUT IT, THE BETTER