i am a bead of sweat
on the skin, on the streets
of my town

on a bike, cuts through
soft summer night
i lead the desecrated
fight.

i have siphoned my blood to birth art,
but it always turns black
and here in my body
the world ends in a scream.

i'm riding so fast
i just can't seem to be
a friend to the dream,
a friend to the dream.