XY

I’m never gonna get this right

Summing up a mass oversight

Addressing the mentality that always goes to favour a fight

With fresh bile spilling night after night

Corroding apprehension as it carries over into the light

You wanna test this? Be my guest

Stranger male company is always a roulette I’d suggest

I can tell by your face that you’re not impressed as you raise your chin and stick out your…

Stood fast you’re the great defender

No one’s getting personal based on your gender

No mass attack

They wanna face the facts

Then they have to choke on a cloud of flak

Push hard for a quick surrender

Coming out on top in the hope they commend ya (I’m not happy with it, but it scans)

Can’t take the slack

Can’t get their back

You must provoke

Can we fade to black?

As we whisper ‘Why did I pretend?’

As we watch them…

Fly high on XY

Sick in my skin ‘cause I know I’m in there

Putting my faith in a place where I wanna be safe as I fear the nightmare where I imitate the sick comments everybody vomits

‘Settle down boys it’s a joke we promise’

Did he say that?

Do I have a come back?

I’ll get it later with the rhythm of a hi-hat

Right now just face the fact I’m a fucking coward in the middle of the shit chat

We go down

Do I mean ‘we’ do I mean ‘us’?

Am I being too hard?

Have I lost my trust?

They go down

See that’s better if I make it ‘them’

Less mess I can see right to the end

A slave to your pride Posture must stay

Suppress how you feel Mouth can’t be loose

Forget what’s inside Paving the way to a bridge or a noose

That’s part of the deal Gifted with choice

Don’t dare to talk No need for a lie

Don’t want to hear Trust in your voice or run jump and fly…

A strut for a walk

Concealing the fear