Offramp Cycle, Pattern 22

Broken glass under A poison half-moon On some shattered highway that goes nowhere Wraps around its prey Like a concrete serpent With fangs fastened around my throat I choke on the fumes as the world in a blur Falls away but leaves me clouded and hollow Blood on my hands, And a thing in the backseat That used to be human Flying on the highway Trying to outrun me, drained of thought, That used to be human But the broken glass, it haunts me Glittering like gems Or sparkling like evil rainfall That turns to steam in the heat Ugly, hot, and shaking With the thing in the backseat Blood on my hands, And a thing in the backseat That used to be human Flying on the highway Trying to outrun me, drained of thought, That used to be human It seeps through the plastic shroud... As I push it, faster and further I push a needle, I push a needle, yeah It seeps through the plastic shroud... As I push it, faster and further I push a needle, I push a needle I push a needle nas around the eyes Around the judging eyes of streetlights Mad with thirst Almost enough to lap up iridescent rain Just a little further, But the pupils of night are diminishing Subtle By the time the smog sets in to eat away the morning I should be somewhere, praying that I'm dreaming Blood on my hands, And a thing in the backseat That used to be human Flying on the highway Trying to outrun me, drained of thought, That used to be human It seeps through the plastic shroud... As I push it, faster and further I push a needle, I push a needle, yeah It seeps through the plastic shroud... As I push it, faster and further I push a needle, I push a needle, yeah It seeps through the plastic shroud... As I push it, faster and further I push a needle, I push a needle, yeah It seeps through the plastic shroud... As I push it, faster and further I push a needle, I push a needle