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i drive spirals in minefields
i stitch capes to breach the smog
i shriek deep where drugs are void
i beat back yr robot arms
i work best where light falls slack
i spit back yr piston tongue
i struggle to drop the axe
i train heroes for the Fall
i ride wreckage to Detroit
i kill one more static day
i float through the woods with drums
i shine for lack of a skin
Posted 08/03/09