Get me the gun, the spear or the hatchet,
I’ll set out to get him.
I don’t want him no more,
I deserve eternity.
I’ll waste him, really waste him,
And I ain’t talkin’ hourglass.
I’m sayin’ really give it to him
Through and through
And all at once.

We all wait for him to pass,
We don’t want him no more.
Said he’d heal us after heartache,
Said he’d teach us afterwards.
I’ve only learned to hate him,
And all of his restraints.

Who is he to set my agenda?
Portioning my days, my life, who is he?
I don’t want him no more,
So I’ll go on ‘til I’m the only one left.

Come feel the emotions of my jet plane.
Come take off with me.
Feel your wide eyes swallow the open plunge.

The windows have no shutters,
They have no blind spots,
So we can see everything.
So much that even just a glimpse of the outside can be felt..

You’ll feel the sight of the daunting clouds,
And the lightning like a tattoo to the heart.
And you’ll feel the casted sun beams cloaked over your naked skin-
Bare. Innocuous. Hopeful.

Naked.
Naked because I, and you, and we, are all vulnerable to the journey.
But it’s safe inside.. It’s comfortable.