Your time. Your pace. Your gaze.

Drop them as nothing,

Shedded and shredded

By the shoulder side scraps

Of your highwayed mind.

Go ahead.

Pave another speedway

With a speed lane

And a wasp name.

So how goes the dream?

Stronger than ever

With the right kind of means

Step back

Release the thought

Quicker than these quicker shots,

Straight off a gun cocked top,

From the trigger of a cop, stop, STOP!!!

Ten times more for broken bodies

And a lifeless beat.

So how goes the dream?

Stranger than never

With the white minded fiends.