Crass - Health Surface Lyrics
Places of sickness nurse me coldAttendant whiteness glare in darkStraighten out the winding sheetTwisted round in poorest dreamsShattered proofing of the lostSplinter shackled, little woundsOf cruelty and truth, they tieThe one way sickness up insideRegressive smile, a babys laughA learnt contortion of the mouthPlaces of laughter leave me coolHot fire dying down to ashBeauty breezes through so swiftEndless roundabout of griefNot much to ask, a rightful placeWhere nothing matters, but can touchWithout a sinking heart, this sighCould be the wind among the leavesThis pain does not belong to meThey've taken everything awayTo nurse the sicknesses of lossInstilled with fear and bleachy guiltImpatient winds up in her clothThe tired shoes are splitting upWith weighty promises of loveWaiting for the last to fall awayBuckle noose around the strapAll that separates the fleshFrom green grass or sinking mudStagnating, knowing the delusionClean sheets waiting for a bodySlapped into life and slowly guttedA place of sickness is to die inTired of the cruelty and lyingDrip-fed tears of the forsakenThey say "we'll soon have you up and walking"Took the prison for a strongholdTook the lies for a love-songPaid for life on a shoestringWaiting for the last to fall awayBuckle noose around the strapAll that separates the flesh
