Hush! Whisper,Omika,wait,i know,i know, it's fucking wrong But it's hopeless,let them sleep in state,rigid out of date Socio-cancerous state,omika,sing them a lullaby Omika keeps hir distance,from the pigmented Opinion,she keeps herself a secret,it's insipid and mal-nourished She spoke softly in broken english He's all small print and bells and whistles Sleeps with shoes on in front on the tele A dead meat sucker punch Oh what fun and games But according to our records we have nothing to be proud of But she spoke to me,in broken ENGLISH Infantry,explosions or fireworks? Assumptions spark off language barriers For crying out loud,it's been ages So territorial,a sleeping knee-jerk with 50's reverb Gracie,molly and daisy,ask them their story and how long they've been walking Are we nearly there yet? I don't think so,but i'll keep a momento,a tiny scrap of paper A written reminder of little Omika Scaredy cats do me a favour will you? keep the noise down Im tired of silent compliance,but the text book spoken,and history is paper