THE REEMS OF GREY STENCIL THAT FILLS THE TAPESTRY
I LOOK TO ALL OF YOU AND SEE A DIFFERENT FUCKING SPECIES!
ASPIRATION FOR A DIFFERENT DESTINATION TO ME
ACROSS THE PENNINES, THERE'S A THIN BLUE LINE, A KNIFE AND A MALL
'CAUSE I'M SO HIGH, MY BRAIN CAN'T EVEN LOOK AT THE FALL
I WOULD DO SOMETHING IF IT WASN'T ALL SO EFFORTFUL
— The Fall
— Lovejoy, 10/21