"Your Every Nightmare Coming True" - the demo

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The Lost Days

I recount moments, incidents and times, when I took the world and made it mine. These were and are the beautiful days, the ones of which memories so quickly fade. I struggle to hold onto moments shared, of life, of laughter, the joy, and the tears. It's strange I remember all the pettiness, the quarrels, lies and people's emptiness. What she said, what we said, what I saw, what I sense, I want to relive experience. But am I to be left with glimpses brief? Of what I had and have, and what's yet to be.

Exotic?

We were in Sutton Coldfield driving past Maney shops. We noticed a hair salon called “Kimono.” We talked and laughed to ourselves, and wondered that if somewhere in Japan, maybe Tokyo or Osaka, there's a hair salon called “Dressing Gown.”

You're in the Wrong Job

I listen to what you're saying, I can't help but smile, in rooms full of people listening to you. I can't smile, especially at the wrong time, I just suppress it. Your vocabulary is extensive, excessive, and with semantics you fool. But I often wonder when I look at you as to whether you can actually answer yes or no? I think you should face it, you're a politician. You're in the wrong job.

Destined to Burn

In a brash reactionary way I blurted it out, that we as a people, that the human race is destined to burn. Nothing shocking there but I added weight, reiterating, “man, we are destined to fucking burn, and maybe, just maybe, just maybe, that's for the best?”

Fuck the Romans

Fuck the Romans coming straight from this Celtic Briton. Their Caesars, armies, roads, I wish I’d never seen 'em. I was doing well in a tribal society; I didn't want their "order" and their hierarchy. Fuck the Romans, Silures, Trivobantes, fuck the Romans, Votadini, Brigante. Fuck the Romans, Dumnonii, Iceni. Fuck the Romans, fuck 'em. I feel that my culture's obsolete, since they got me dancing to the “political” beat. Led to think what they'll say in history - labelled as barbaric, a war mad society. So now I can't pray in the sacred groves and I can't represent in my Iceni robes, lost my religion, lost community, motherfuckers “gave” us Christianity. Fuck the Romans, let's get it back, tribal society.