Before circumstance has its wicked way

Before circumstance has its wicked way

Living the insular
Settled blinking safety
Throwing it up to the world
Steamrolling the cutting edge
Rolling around in the grubby reality
Opening the window of subversion
Back into the crucible
Collecting your street credentials
Your tattoos now culturally relevant
They want to put you on stage
Turn this into a circus
Bring the fight on all channels
Torn apart by rich idiots
Three fisted close-ups
A sublime understanding
Sponsored by the military industrial complex
The undergraduate female
Ready for the visceral web
Old enough for the resurrection
Stretching this abstract place
Standing atop your concrete monument
The wind across the moment
You are alive in the underground
Ringing out your freedom beats
Riding the sonic wave
Shouting “Liberation!”
Under your hypnotic mantra
Feeling the raw power
Unity and belief
They can’t subvert your heart
Combined carrot and stick
They just can’t crack this
Descending like a total blur
No letting it sink
Settling into your panicked flow
82 thugs still screaming
Locked up with Clark Kent
They still believe in this soldier
Savoring the golden glow
All those crazy thoughts
Flying you back to London
Tweaking on February sales
The even steel of pipe
Fresh level stalking
Cranking your demo for Tarantino
Brand spanking new
A fresh face with a twisted mind
Being kind to your strangers
Seeing how they react
A systematic scan
Booting out the system
Having what it took to enter the world
Pounding through the walls
Looking like a friend
Bent on suspicion
The long tall silence
It never springs up again
Naturally irreverent
Just boiling it down