We take our powder unrefined
Like our soul
Empty and yellowed
Sugary little stones to step on
Prolonged use can make you dependant
She caws
Like the bile in the back of my throat
Shut up
Shut up
You are nothing but a habit forming
Like hearing subliminals at every turn
We are sniffing powder like it's going out of fashion
Milky keeps the medicine down
Our two pm chaser
In front of Father Brown
Chasing rabbit like he's going down
She claps her hands
Living the dream
Empty packets and pie crusts swim on the floor
Let the spiders crawl
I can mix up a potion
Make my own label
Fuck you all
Well, that’s not very amicable
She straightens her lace
Neither is the world
This is not a dream
It is tar black terror
Do you not see
I only sleep when the light is on
And the papers are in my hand
Well, I was only saying
A girl must try her best
The man sucked a bronze key
Waiting for his magic
We have nothing to wait for
No magic
No key
No frivolous turn of favour
We are going down
Our powder unrefined
Chasing a habit a rabbit
I try to trip him up
But it does not work like that
This habit will never end
Fall out of favour or fashion.
