"I wanted to rub the human face in its own vomit... to force it to look in the mirror"
J.G. Ballard
Regained your self-control
And regained your self-esteem
And blind your success inspires
And analyse, despise and scrutinise
Never knowing what you hoped for
And safe and warm
but life is so silent
For the victims who have no speech
In their shapeless guilty remorse
Obliterates your meaning
No birds - No birds
The sky is swollen black
No birds - No birds
Holy mass of dead insect
J.G. Ballard
Regained your self-control
And regained your self-esteem
And blind your success inspires
And analyse, despise and scrutinise
Never knowing what you hoped for
And safe and warm
but life is so silent
For the victims who have no speech
In their shapeless guilty remorse
Obliterates your meaning
No birds - No birds
The sky is swollen black
No birds - No birds
Holy mass of dead insect
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