My intake took your fuel and ran it threw to this carburetor and disguised itself as a brain. It took all the information thrown at it and combined it together, then a little spark caused an explosion, which led me here:
I stood idle and held myself in the ice cold rain, Water began dripping down on my shivering frame. Each drop adding a beat like a song’s surrounding pound, Running thoughts drown out into a long forgotten sound.
Pulling the handle I choose to release this body's soul. And I strike solid like a nut whose free from the tool, And land with a force derived from deep set desires. Finally free from the strong grips of deadly pliers.
My soul is free, therefore it no longer seems to mind That I drove away and left my lonely nut behind And there it remains in the heat of the black asphalt Sinking into the earth because of mine own ****** faults.