We’ll wait,
a sick spinning,
reawakening,
with a smell of exhaust.
I got this noise,
in my ear,
that dings like a clock.
With a symptom
that’s, superficial,
where do I belong?
I have the finger,
on the trigger.
Heart beating like
a drum.
Can anybody feel me?
Is anybody listening?
You are my queen.
We are in the next league.
No tripping.
Sign does not bode well.
I’ve been taking the drugs,
like you’re supposed to tell?
Baby I’m famous,
is this thing on?
Mechanical
Circumstantial.
Reliable
I’m on fire though.
I feel it picking at my skin.
I feel the enemy’s within
You heard of it?
Minutes to midnight.
And everyone’s a winner.
I’ll take you to my place,
loving on a sinner.
