Feel the curve of the Earth
And I’ll draw conclusions
And you can draw me dying
Sketch in a city cluster

Die-cast and crushing
With digital jitter
Popping and frying
Over cold chimneys

Headlights on are distant warm
Outside the standards
With folded deals
Baited and waiting for you

To break a brick house
With one hand folded
And knock on every door
You’re walking in your sleep
And fast is the fade

Behind on Heads
Fast is the fade

Back from the Olive Colony
Well rested human spies
With fake lake swords
You are number 6

The delicious elixir ignites
Headlights on now
Fast is the fade
With folded deals
Baited and waiting

For you to break a brick house
With one hand folded
Fast is the fade

Low on beds
Behind on heads

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