You scan my eyes as if barcodes tell lies
and you measure the blood in my veins,
you put glass in my shoes, cut me you lose,
slam the fuse in this plug and let go.

Life in a bag
name on a tag.

Lives that we choose, you
cut me and code me
put on overload me and scan my eyes for
the truth tells more lies.

Over the rush of the ridges we push with the boats in the background on fire and on the bridge of known sighs where everyone tries to be cool,
the fool hits the trip
wires melt and we skip across the
cobblestones leading to Rome.

Back there in Becton there are more lives
that are wrecked on the
wheel of misfortune.

I gamble it all on red.