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Kingdom come kingdom go
That you may carve upon my grave
confined in a six walled box
I will no longer the clocks
Indifferenty ticking in cold mansion halls
come come kingdom go
Mementos relics cargo
A million all left behind
Relationships with
Conducted as if I was slaves at auction
Holding court at gross
punch drunk sycophants came slobbering
To suck my ...
I escaped to my collection
tits and grand Goyas
Glower the high stone traceries
Oily smears by thirsty souls
Studied my long daze
paint in priceless fossils
Many a sad sullen -
Christ eternal held away me
Behind a and ancient glaze
In my
of ego
Gradually eclipsing between the nursery and now
for meaning
Walking earth
Flowerings of turned to stringy vegetable
Troubled at by flashbacks flashbacks flashbacks ...
Waaa Mummy
I don't want to go
I don't want to share my toys with the other children
They're
I ...
Child that I was then when was I last
When did wood bricks become trading in con-tricks?
When did innocence and die?
I planned to take total command
Draped vision's guilt edge on the of my play-pen
Hoped to the swift passage of time
As though by chance I could recreate Eden
pie?
Lovely!
My hopes became a statue my mouth a gun
In the hit parade of self interest I remained at one
I was old piano with a special gold inlay
I was always a of music but I never did learn to play
I thought I'd be saved by my collection to begin
I I'd be saved by my collection
you believe it?
I did; but ...
- Nanny Conscience?
Is that you at the end of my bed there Nanny?
My word, it's a long time you've been round here
Out in the open - you're dreadful
I mean, so pale and
Look at your ... My god, the wrinkles!!!!
Nanny-nan-nanny; had her made into a table for me
Because I needed to shine
But
From her portals ... Oooooooo!

Don't you it's about time you started being nice to me

One day soon I'm going to up big and strong
And my ego will me a temple
And nobody in there will me
behind my ears or eat my greens or
Share my toys with the other who are just horrid anyway
Not me
I drank myself as dry as a
Still in the end was nothing left to call my own
This freedom from pain with which I
Became a to a void
The only left were relative to power
The trouble with in ivory towers
The stretch until they fit the skins of hours
The faithless mates who and go
They run away like snow
A temple to ego never a home
And it seems sad
This junk we are amassed
A pageant passing fast
There must be
Something that can last more than the sense of life as
A and pointless overture
To
debilitating fear and death turn round in circles
Turn!
Kingdom come kingdom go
Collecting clouds the Son light
On pain of death our pass
habit over insight
Human is fertilised
Human span it's wombing
of conscience fragile child
Aborted by reason - that candle
Both burning
Collecting trash gold
Vampires ego and clutches
When cross examined by the
It carves the cross up into
Sharpened at ends
friend ...
Freedom's Ling is donkey
A
The bleeding on main-street
Collecting but the scorn
Of those who bear their eyes to meet
Except in artificial
Who needs to star in such a
I leave to the past
To one last I asked them all and One
And when it was over I found that all but One gone
Did Jesus have a stone upon which to carve His name?
When He came collecting the gave up it's game
Now collects worthwhile living
For it is a crop that grows His seed of giving


A glittering ball


Sweet you can keep them all
Heaven is not for ...
BASS : MITTEN
DRUMS, PERCUSSION AND PROGRAMMING : DEVOIL
: ANDY REVELL AND CLIVE MITTEN
KEYBOARDS : RICK BATTERSBY AND MITTEN
VOCALS, TOYS AND ASSORTED NOISES : GEOFF MANN
WRITTEN BY : ANDY, BRIAN, CLIVE, RICK AND
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