Sickle Spell

Moving like neon
On fire born smoke
Has me like a bored queen
Just her way to keep me close

Ready for the next load?
Baby doesn't even ask
Boy you better buckle up

Now she wants to go slow
You don't know the game you play
But better bring it up

Here I am,
Building wings, to your sun
Give me some
She drops her shoes,
Foreign chemistry
Here I am,
Risperidone
Here's my life, just let me see

Moving like neon
On fire born smoke
(What you made to me?)
Queen, just her way to bring me
(Where's the driver's seat?)
Ready for the next load?
Baby doesn't even ask
Cause she's got everything
On fire born smoke
In lines and sounds she talks to me
Here I am, risperidone
Ready for the next load?
Baby doesn't even ask
Boy you better

Is that how it has to be?
There's got to be some skin
Among the scars,
Trying to grasp our dance

I'm finding hard to stay
Tales of edge and silk
Just hands on the details
The space between
She chose the tails, and my head
A bleeding through a brain
Another family, the shell
Here we go, once again

It's my own fault