Feeder

You take to the skin peeling of your innocent face
With a fragmented thumbs up and a fake smile
And when we’re sounding the alarms to check if your alive
You show us the back of your hand, how dare we care
But you see empathy isn’t a renewable source
You keep spendin’ and spendin’ and it’s gonna run dry
Your jaw drops to the floor when I turn back around
But honey I’m handing out diamonds, and your treating them like copper

You say this isn’t love
And you ain’t wrong
I’d say this wasn’t love at all

Cos your a feeder through and through
You feed any evil that comes knocking at your door
We offer our hands out to help your up
Only to be treated with bites and scowls
But what of the hands that only want to give you slap?
Well your on your hands and knees for them aren’t you dear?
So it’s clear where our time falls on your scale of worth
And I know I’m at least worth a lot more then that

You think your the only one suffering
Some of us aren’t content licking our wounds dry
And of course your running low on time to help with that
But watch the spare time pour out of your pockets
When the scorpions are low on their ego quota
That is till he stings you in the back again
Then it’s back to me, hands and knees for the hand out
But no more, I’m above tending to the leaches

Sebastian Noël

A part of the XXXXXXXXX series

Lists of tattoos that I gotta:

> Metroid symbol (Standard)
> Ed Banger Logo
> BOY//GIRL REVOLUTIONARIES like Her Jazz by Huggy Bear init?
> Human After All in that weird Jewel CD Case Daft Punk font (On the back of my neck)
> “The World Ends With You” on my arm where I can see it to be reminded of that on a daily basis, corny as shit but fuck it
> Some of them The Kills tattoo they’re showing for Ash & Nice
> The Kills lyrics in general
> Maybe just The Kills themselves
> The Kills
> Death From Above 1979 elephante’ heads
> The Tom Nook leaf
> Callie and Marie eyes from Splatoon

That’s all for now

Split [W.I.P]

I don’t wanna split, don’t wanna split
But everyone’s content with lying
The taste of Superman courses through the glands
But it’s more then a tap of the snooze button
Oh it’s more then a case of being present
And it takes a lot more time then you got to spare
And we mustn’t hate those who spit out the food
After biting of more then they knew they were chewing
Cos any hand outstretched, no matter how weak the grip
Was always put there with the purest of intentions

And even when you work your arse to the bone
Sometimes you just run out of the stuff
Time, Soul, Care or even Heart
We should only give what we can spare
Cos our throne’s are waiting at the summit
And we ain’t got very long to make the hike up there
People you see they just don’t wanna follow you
You hand them the water and it tastes like sewage
Only then do you stop to see the state of your arms
Covered in bruises and scratches
We all want to be the hero if it’s in our sights
But sometimes it kills you, and they just gotta wait

So I tell you again I really don’t wanna split
Even though you felt the need to lie
I really can’t stand to split again
Even though all you do is fucking lie
I don’t want to hurt anyone again
And it hurts to accept your help
As much as it hurts you to give to me
I guess I gotta stay patient

Lnc0

Safe To Say I’m Cynical (W.I.P)

Live to survive
Never feels good, never felt glamorous
I feel like a sidekick in someone else’s novel
Who failed to show up on shoot day
I dunno where I should be
Seems like I ended up here

Still here, with you nestled in my arms
Thriving in the soil we made
I dunno where we could’ve gone
I just know we’re here
To shit scared to step into the crosshairs
To risk even a scratch of harm
A Friday night all alone
Viewed like a rapture from sinner’s eyes
Self imposed curfew, self mutilating schedule
We were born for more then this, but it ain’t worth it

Our mouths always feel a little parched
No matter what it is we’re fed
The tannoy’s blaring caution in the background
But maybe together, we can dismiss it

Lnc0

Fishook

The quantities plentiful
But you ever given the reviews a go?
Sketched in the negative with dirt, muck and leaves
Nothing ventured and of course nothing gained
They smile and assure us ‘He’s a nice bloke’
But just reading the script aloud myself
It reads like the description of a car crash
With a dollop of cream and a cherry on top

I’ve taken to calling you Fishook
Legendary at reeling them in
But nothing of substance on offer
To keep anyone from jumping overboard

Poor little Fishook if only they understood you
Maybe if your encounters didn’t boil to a system
Like a self checkout vomiting out instructions
And they came into your little world
As if they were asteroids into your orbit
It wouldn’t be a case of method and results
It’d be a product of sweet love growing
Wouldn’t that be grand little Fishook

Lnc0

Unspent Youth Blues (Sung Version)

Childhood’s like a tax
You spend and spend till you’re all out
O’ the doors that open when your off the books
But they cut your payments short
Bleed you dry for every penny you owned
Now that debt follows you like a bad musk

You just want what any child would

Sandwhiched between love and attention
As you dig into the sunday roast
But nothing could be further from your reach
Yet the search never ends
No matter how many years go by
You just want what any child would
Yeah, you just want what any good kid do’

The shoulder slide at the bar
Your just looking for it
The wig wam on the dancefloor
Your just looking for it
The 20 questions out in smokers
Your just looking for it
The joint taxi ride home
Your just looking for it
Puppy dog eyes between their thighs
Your just looking for it
Fucking them untill the sun rise
Your just looking for it
You just want what any child would
Yeah, you just want what any good kid do’

Lnc0