When I rode up to the rearview mirror
to hold at bay the secrets I can’t control
The heart extends to bludgeon every witness
With abject refrains of ethion memories
to win the game a bishop must be sacrificed
the price I pay turns faces blank as night
Am I the poltergeist of my future self
From what I carry back to every night from hell
Mana can’t you lead yourself all over cross the hood of my eyes
When I dream of flying I look down because the circle is dry
Take me to the bricks in my reflection
Render on to me the sole Achilles Heel
Milk my next of kin until
they pull over this mountain crane
I hold my breath unto the end of my rope
until the needle beams start to break
from what I carry back to every night from hell
Oh, near the north of the Mason Dixon
Where a man ….
I am at my still repulsion of myself
Oh, near the south of the Mason Dixon
