Into the Sun

My mind’s double vision

A stinging sensation

A fringe on the heel of disease

 

A mystery maker

For givers not takers

I’ll take what I want when I please

 

Everyone’s in

We are ripe for a killing

Just follow me into the sun

 

Systemic and reason

Syringe in the basin

Toxic and making me numb

 

Pleasure comes with sleep

A deep night to retreat

The daytime is a punishment

 

Everyone’s in

We are ripe for a killing

Just follow me into the sun

 

[?] prick, needle sticks

Deeper, near the surface

[?] on the hinge of what hurts

 

Bend your head forward

You got what you deserve

Stop acting entirely stunned

 

Everyone’s in

We are ripe for a killing

Just follow me into the sun

Appears On

Chalk Tape 2