The Fast Lane

Conquer every inch to toe.
We begin his trail again.
At blood she comes at night again.
Never seeing what I'm seeing.
Wanna talk, just load your mouth.
As crowds begin, we need no more.
Impartial negation.
A centuries worth of fragment thought.
Enslave them out in circumstance.
Has brought a bout.
Give me this drum.
All the people I imagine get better than me.
I wonder why'd they speak so easy.
The appearance I give is just imitation.
No story is told so tell me more.
Friends I write this sitting on bales for above us, above us, above us, above us.
When the desire rushed me away from you, from you, from you, from you.
Cigarette two thirds finished and leaving, leaving, leaving, leaving.
Does it matter when I find one to rush me back?
I'll reach you when I write.
Don't be surprised-
If I have nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.