Morning broke out the backside of a truck-stop

the end of a line a real, rainbow-likeing, luck stop

where you could say I became chronologically "sick and

ashamed and happy".

Put ten bucks in just to get the tank topped off.

Then, I found a place it's dark and it's rotted.

It's a cool, sweet kinda-place

where the copters won't spot it

and I destroyed the map, I even thought I forgot it,

however, every-day I'm dumping the body.

It'd be better for us if you don't understand.

It'd be better for me if you don't understand



They don't know how old I am,

they found armour in my belly

from the 16th century, conquistador, I think.

They don't know how old I am,

they found armour in my belly.

Passion out of machine-revving tension, lashing

out at machiine-revving tension, brushing by the

machine-revving tension.