Tekster: Tilt. Play Cell. Come Across.

Please get in the car now, off the embankment, orange from the halogen , =
you look like a lunatic, not allowed to stop here, you provoke the =
barbed wire, trespass onto the corporate land, lynching what time we =
have left. I can see you from here, let me come across, we're lost upon =
the shoulder I never was your atlas, tempted off the pavement what can =
you accomplish? I can see you from here you're stalking down your anger, =

rows of newly broken earth trip up your urban stagger.
Submitted by: Mel