Underworks by The Motor Masseuse

"...Vacant eyes they smile much wider, labotomies are for the wiser, empty vessels float much higher. Look at me, I'm a social slider, I'm the entertainment, I'm a malodorous statement. I'm dead wood in the water. Drag me out, wolf me down and dry me out. But she let's me down.... Happy days. I'm a living God. I'm pacing. I'm the living dead. I'm grazing. I'm just flesh no more than foetus, don't take that rush away from us. I'm an impossible manatee, made of man-made vanity. I'm a beautiful ruin. Perfectly ugly. Strangely beautiful, my vertigo, as I lean from this window, and the kissing wind, as I'm released from my ego. Strangely beautiful. So, I slow the breath, syphon the breeze. I burn the fig leaf given to me, float it away on the tides debris. The marram grass is swaying, bowing and waving, and my last supper will be salt water and seaweed..."

Rock band from the south of England.