Blood on the rocks Fire in the sky A crack in the cloud where the misshapen moon is Alone again or A piece of the whole Following on from the beat of the music You live for the city Die for the city Where the bourgeoisie are a pink sea of humans Positioned above Evading the fog A great white animal everywhere, breathing Wringing the cracks out of our fingers Folding them back into the murky water Pinching the flesh free from the bruising Pondering on this life and how we use it Or abuse it TImber and tide Creep through the night A slow black crawl from the sleeping sirens Modesty wrapped Till we do the collapse A bitter retreat into the heat of pleasure There may be more, there may be more But at the side of the road You'll find your ghost Evading the call Of tortured voices