Exeter Services - Kiran Leonard

The nihilists' ballad is the crux of the wraith

Just as songs on guitar are an admission of faith

And the blood on the strings is no substitute

When the neon strip is a godless commute

Wordless is worthless;

wordless is worthless

Wordless is worthless;

wordless is worthless

She has a photogenic hip-flick brigade

She’s on invisible reels, the Bilderberg trade

And her pals are on carpets cause none of them prayed

Wordless is worthless;

wordless is worthless

Wordless is worthless;

wordless is worthless

Give to the rest, humbly certain

I’m in the catskills

Total duality

Fall of Ophelia

Absolute anarchy

No stimulation

Somebody ripples

Next to the station

Drowning in riddles

Wordless is worthless;

wordless is worthless

Wordless is worthless;

wordless is worthless

Wordless is worthless;

wordless is worthless

Drape the battle axe in proof

The matinee upon the roof

Drape the battle axe in proof

The matinee upon the roof

He splits his head again

A brick juts from the wall

They stamp on his face

No trouble at all

And it’s like highness

Let it loose

Sends the heart lions

To the noose

He lives in an empty house

Where the paper mats have ripped

Holding host to our artists

The skinned and the thin-lipped

And it’s like highness

Let it loose

Sends the heart lions

To the noose