a morbid fascination with all things in extremes
a limited sport will leave its spot on me
early in the morning, i´ve given up on sleep
i´m in the attention, but all i hear is my heart beat
his spastic aspirations will make a man of me
brought him for his playing, such sensitivity
monsters of the present are the monsters of the past
took a look in your lyric book, your head´s right your arse
it´s unbelievable, the way you got it all, it seems improbable
the inner city fauna is crying round your feet
i never really noticed how your eyebrows seemed to meet
in perpetual fear of being swallowed whole
beached in the suburbs in the body of a whale