Radioactive Cheese
I belong to here whereno-one cares and no-one lovesno light no air to live ina place called hatethe city of fear - Bjork

I belong to here where
no-one cares and no-one loves
no light no air to live in
a place called hate
the city of fear - Bjork

Grace I need you to, ease my place in this world, a face I don’t want to weather - JJ72

Grace I need you to, ease my place in this world, a face I don’t want to weather - JJ72

I’ll take the silent treatment off your hands unbeatenI’ll take the easy sequenceLess people, more freedom - The Joy Formidable

I’ll take the silent treatment off your hands unbeaten
I’ll take the easy sequence
Less people, more freedom - The Joy Formidable

I get the feeling you’re tryin’ to tell me,
Is there something that I should know?
What excuse are you tryin’ to sell me?
Should I be reading stop or go, I don’t know. - Genesis

I get the feeling you’re tryin’ to tell me,

Is there something that I should know?

What excuse are you tryin’ to sell me?

Should I be reading stop or go, I don’t know. - Genesis

We’re killing hours, we’re killing time, we’re tracing flowers - Dum Dum Girls

We’re killing hours, we’re killing time, we’re tracing flowers - Dum Dum Girls

Its so uselessHow can you be proudWhen you’re sinking into the ground - The Cure

Its so useless
How can you be proud
When you’re sinking into the ground - The Cure

Like a soul without a mindIn a body without a heartI’m missing every part - Massive Attack

Like a soul without a mind
In a body without a heart
I’m missing every part - Massive Attack

Says this time she cannot come, don’t worry I’m with friends this Christmas - Erasure

Says this time she cannot come, don’t worry I’m with friends this Christmas - Erasure

I know the purest rain Won’t wash the bloody stain I know it waits to strike This sickness from inside - Siouxsie & The Banshees

I know the purest rain
Won’t wash the bloody stain
I know it waits to strike
This sickness from inside - Siouxsie & The Banshees

My gut is wrenched out it is crunched up and broken 
My life that is lived is no more than a token 
Who’ll strike the flint upon the stone and tell me why?  - Midnight Oil

My gut is wrenched out it is crunched up and broken 

My life that is lived is no more than a token 

Who’ll strike the flint upon the stone and tell me why?  - Midnight Oil