Monday All through Sunday night We expel our might To be drawn and commuting Into a Monday dawnscape The trial we accept Put down to us by the rich, lobbying lads club It makes us flutter a little With spurious anger Dancing to the tune Of monetarised slavery We run our fingers across a book And wonder Lifting ourselves from the drab day Monday again A time to reflect upon, the Changes we must make.

Everything You Want You've got everything you want But you look so unhappy You don't seem to have everything you need But would that make you happy? The construct they purvey and sell to you every day Strips parts of your soul Into pieces of blackened coal Oblivious to their lies, you look up to the skies To see To feel To be Step out of the box Away from the lies Go towards your own truth And learn to fly They have everything you want Consuming is the way But your soul sings a different tune Listen carefully, and you'll get what you need today

Artifacts Artifacts litter my consciousness I travel incoherently amongst them Brushing against their imperfections I return my gaze to a prominent point From here I can see a past That forms a future proof memory I am enclosed within my feelings on the matter And my disorientation begins But back to my artifacts Their littering is just too messy I need a good bin wagon To tidy this expanse up I am all I have experienced Minus the pieces I can't seem to remember The spinning memories Shatter into more artifacts and I...