Transgression Is Outdated

We tried the faux-naive thing

It didn't slide, so we tried it again

Nonplussed by the notion, of any kinda return to form

Transgression is outdated

I haven't got the stomach for it anymore

Gone are the mood-swings, gone is the bile

It's been such a long time, I can hardly recall

What was so appealing in the first place

Gone are the taunts, gone are the jeers

Just a toothless dog tied to an expired idea

Tied loose but too thick to notice, too thick to know

The blows at the beach, the bleach in the speed

The bags in the boot, what they found underneath

The blood in the beds, the smell of the mess, Man, we were a disease

But that's ancient history, we're shot to bits, that's clear to see

Ex-ravers defending the pigs

Where does it stop man? Where does it end?

At Least we had something kinda corrosive

If only for a day

the shiv in your laces, caved in faces, staring straight through your skull

Breaching bones embracing, the gore bubbles up and tries to sing you a song

Babbling a melody, barely there it but sticks like grease

To everything you know, before you know it, you're good to go

Slipping around, in the middle-ground, slipping around and it's over

Slipping around, in the middle-ground, slipping around and it's over

Slipping around, in the middle-ground, slipping around and it's over

Slipping around, in the middle-ground, such unkind time, and it's over