Beg?

Don’t send that email to your mum just yet

She might not understand what we’ve been through

Or care about the true cause of our debt

When she herself has many problems too.

Perhaps it’s better for us to pretend

That all is fine and that we can afford

To live without the money she might lend

If our electronic begging strikes a chord?

For must we not each face life on our own

And try to make ends meet when fortune shrugs?

Perhaps I should take back my mobile phone

Or maybe we can give up drink and drugs?

But let's not ask your mum, who’s such a snob

She’ll probably just suggest I find a job.

Crown of Sin (1/7 Wrath)

Let’s contemplate, and weave a crown of sin

And for this task let Anger kick us off

Why is it bad if my blood should begin

To boil and fill my soul with burning Wrath?

When shitty modern life drives me insane

And nothing in the world seems to make sense

How can I clear a space inside my brain

Or relax when the pressure’s most intense?

I hit the kids when I’m pissed off, so what?

I swear at cunts who cut me up in cars

Love and peace man, they mean diddley-swat

I like to get in fights at night in bars

‘Cause Anger can be power and I trust

That Wrath is no more sinning than is Lust