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The coldness of silence slips up inside you,
your lips slide apart at the knee,
All collars and cuffs in resplendant velour,

Am I making you slightly uneasy.

You don’t feel the prints as my fingers entice you,
The room leaves, your standing outside;
And we head for a bar where we find Steven Hawkins
miming to’ I will survive’.

And my name could be disturbance,
I’m not here to play your game.
You where thinking I’m not perfect,
but i’m perfect in my own way.
My name is disturbance.
I’m not here,
at least not here to play yor game.

Your gratefully raped as your faithful applaud,
and
then they crawl through the floor to the bar,
Too many cocks will spoil the breathe so I hope you keep mints in your car.

My name is disturbance.

If you build me I’ll come ,but I’m no ‘Field of Dreams’,
persistance is getting you down,
I’ll wine you ,I’ll dine you, i might 69 you ,
but I’ll leave a bad taste in your mouth.

And my name will be disturbance .

I’m not here to play your game.