westid

i’ve tried everything that there is to try. and escaped from games of snakes and ladders, every day on the case just for the sake of getting by. it was all new to me so how could i?

before i had tried anything, i was very young and i was asleep while my dad got ready for work with the radio on. he didn’t care whom it woke up. it didn’t wake me up, but the music went in through my dream. it was a song called cars, and my dad was on that empty bit next to the chippy at the bottom of bury road; selling cars. that’s one of my first memories i think

anyway many fads and trends came and went through the times, some of them i hopped onto for a bit. some of them i started even, like it or not. i still give your people a chance when they come it, and i didn’t try to turn them against you so that should say somethin. all i wanted was peace. and after all of it there are two things: music and nicotine. i can’t be bought with money or drugs, that’s why it’s too hard to lure me in or set me up. if you are offering up the jackpot then incidentally you’ve already got what everyone came for so why would you need my help? little games of blackmail and extortion are fun though … with the right people pulling the strings

i’ve felt the siren song of greed and corruption, powering through the boiling hot blood in my veins. surge through my body, promises of glory and the easy way out; talking down aches and pains. lo, i didn’t let it change me. it wasn’t always my thing but i went and found out. answers some of them came for me, i didn’t seek them but naturally it’s a weapon, even if it’s just a weapon of choice

ingenue, listen to me. my mind knows dark secrets that will give you power, and control, make you feel how much you have lived half empty. i have the remedy, and that will make you whole

calling all beaudiful people – your secrets are safe with me. i know what it’s like to be on your side, i know how the “other ones” look up at the sky with an air of mystery. if they know what i knew, it could mean me too, and we would all be history

you wouldn’t be taking the piss if you knew just how much i do for you. i’m not asking for thanks, or fame, only want peace. peace of mind, peace between. to be fair i did fuck all, the only reason you hate me is because the puzzle isn’t finished but you wouldn’t want to believe what’s on the missing piece

i’m not asking anyone to facilitate me, because i don’t need to. look at all that truth out there, any justice? you might think so, but you’re wrong. what about how your trust is as much of a piss take. you would love it down here, but it’d be too close for comfort – no really, i’ve been through it, i understand your fear. but you have no need to give a fuck about me, if you would let me in you would love it down here

it seems neither one of use could just disappear. don’t come it like you’re god’s new gift, but now i can see you and even though you pretend like you shed no tear … it’s made me man enough to disappear. everything you’ve got around you, so opportunistic, insincere

i’ve got the right idea. lend this one an ear