A morbid fascination with all things in extremes

A limited sport will leave it's spot on me

Early in the morningI've given up on sleep

I'm in the attentionbut all I hear is my heart beat

His spastic aspirations will make a man of me

Brought him for his playingsuch sensitivity

Monsters of the present are the monsters of the past

Took a look in your lyric bookyour head's right your arse

It's unbelievablethe way you got it allit seems improbable

The inner city fauna is crying round your feet

I never really noticed how your eyebrows seemed to meet

In perpetual fear of being swallowed whole

Beached in the suburbs in the body of a whale