Over the edge. Days in despair.

Somewhere somebody's made a bottle her friend.
Somewhere somebody can't get over a friend.
Somewhere somebody would rather kill.
Somewhere somebody has lost the will.

Oh, Over the edge
Days, Days in despair

Leave your shoes behind and dance with me
It's safe here on the other side you'll see

Oh, Over the edge
Days, Days in despair

Somewhere somebody won't believe the truth
Somewhere somebody is losing his youth
Somewhere somebody thinks he's a star
somewhere somebody has gone too far

Oh, Over the edge
Days, Days in despair

Oh, Over the edge
Days, Days in despair

Leave your shoes behind and dance with me
It's safe here on the other side you'll see

lyrics again

'Believe in my love, believe in madness
believe in my hate, believe in death
believe in darkness, believe in fear
believe in conquest, believe in slaves

won't you come to my call, won't you come for faith
will you kill for my love, will you kill for hate
will you question freedom, will you question pain
will you question our love, will you question faith'

Turtle pattern (Too lazy to give out detailed instructions)

Print on an A3 board (160 gsm to 230 gsm thick board) Cut along the solid lines. Mountain-fold along the dotted lines. Add glue to the sections without colour. Fold and stick the flaps of the shell. the head (the piece in the bottom right), the flippers (the four pieces on the right - front followed by back) and the shell are to be stuck to the base (the two blue pieces in the bottom left)

Appetite

I eat what I can see. I sniff out what I can't.
I seek out strands hiding in crevices and clinging to the insides of little cracks. I eat it all. I gnaw at the cartilage, I suck out the marrow. I pick the sinew out from between my teeth and then eat it too. I must consume all of it down to the last bitter morsel.