Its here I sit and rust amid this ruin and rancor like tire irons

toothy grills and car parts before me. . .the acid rain floods my

floorboard, burns my pores and rots my upholstery. . .once I was

worshipped, polished magnificently, now I lay in decay by the dirty

angry bay. . .



I'm ready to leave

I wanna get out of here

I'm ready to ride away

I don't wanna die in here

I'm ready to ride. . .



My skin is metallic now, no longer and elegant powder blue. . .my body

unhinged and sleeping in the jungle of motor block manifolds and metal

relics. . .what was deluxe becomes debris, I never questioned loyalty,

but this dead end demolishes the dream of an open highway.



Dig me. . .but don't. . .bury me