Brain freeze, lace me up I fought in a war - 15 minutes on the trench just to suck on my wounds from a beachfront I've got a hero-complex it makes you tattoo family crests on message boards makes you look for love songs in dream states makes you think guilt is a state of moving I am an empty shell without an action without my next move a factory for agnostics; fuel without the faith a desperate defiance for good without goodness no-frills hope is a militant manifesto (or the self-fulfilling lie): keep me honest *** How many cliches does it take to get a night's rest? I have been trying to disarm a chronic bomb rattling in my chest is an appetite to mutilate conscience, absorb the deepest divide the girls in school knew how to laugh right while I learned to read in the breeding ground, always, I kept an amateur pose betraying the child I was stuffing my small hands into papers and mouldy sandwiches the hunger was growing kicking like a warm...