Chewing On Shadows

As I have not trusted, I have not hoped
In the bleak alleyways
And the secondhand streets
Where misery waits
At the turn of your hand

As I have not believed
So I have not seen
The uselessness, the pettiness
And in by the clouds are the sun and the stars
By the walls and the rain
I shall not come to you for tea
As you may come back home with me
Not believing and not seeing the facts
Yapping into our face

Alternate fire, alternate smoke
I shall not wake at seven or eight
As all the hours are now too late
With the lead weights motionless
I spy with my little eye

You and I, my love, you and I
With our backs to each other
Chewing on shadows, dissecting the lights
That their brightness might be classified
And then emasculated
And finally killed



Credits
Writer(s): David Michael Tibet, Michael Cashmore
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