They've got the orders breathing down their necks.
I've got the motives, but I am not a bad man.
Phones turn to locusts, ringing in the shed.
I found a spine set deep inside my net.
*It was at 6 or 7. I was late, but you know how I am. I reach the motorcade with all my luck in hand. I plan to stay up. Sun mutates against my car. Your secret's safe. They'll never find out where you are.
Lace up the bags. Seal up the deck. Round the chrome carousel.
Dizzily tailed by hyenas of debt.
To fill up on time, you set a fire under me.
My seer.
My pride.
My life has light in your eyes.