Offramp Cycle, Pattern 22

Broken glass under
A poison half-moon
On some shattered highway that goes nowhere

Wraps around its prey
Like a concrete serpent
With fangs fastened around my throat

I choke on the fumes as the world in a blur
Falls away but leaves me clouded and hollow

Blood on my hands,
And a thing in the backseat
That used to be human
Flying on the highway
Trying to outrun me, drained of thought,
That used to be human

But the broken glass, it haunts me
Glittering like gems
Or sparkling like evil rainfall

That turns to steam in the heat
Ugly, hot, and shaking
With the thing in the backseat

Blood on my hands,
And a thing in the backseat
That used to be human
Flying on the highway
Trying to outrun me, drained of thought,
That used to be human

It seeps through the plastic shroud...
As I push it, faster and further
I push a needle, I push a needle, yeah

It seeps through the plastic shroud...
As I push it, faster and further
I push a needle, I push a needle
I push a needle

nas around the eyes
Around the judging eyes of streetlights
Mad with thirst

Almost enough to lap up iridescent rain
Just a little further,
But the pupils of night are diminishing
Subtle

By the time the smog sets in to eat away the morning
I should be somewhere, praying that I'm dreaming

Blood on my hands,
And a thing in the backseat
That used to be human
Flying on the highway
Trying to outrun me, drained of thought,
That used to be human

It seeps through the plastic shroud...
As I push it, faster and further
I push a needle, I push a needle, yeah

It seeps through the plastic shroud...
As I push it, faster and further
I push a needle, I push a needle, yeah

It seeps through the plastic shroud...
As I push it, faster and further
I push a needle, I push a needle, yeah

It seeps through the plastic shroud...
As I push it, faster and further
I push a needle, I push a needle