I want to be in a motorcycle gang.
Gangreen & mean & fucked up all the time,
leather-clad and bad, driving 95.

Look at me: so low, nearing the dead end
I gotta go to work, I gotta go to work

I will wrap myself in the arms of the sun
one last time, and hope this will last forever.
But, I know it can't be true...
Everything ends to soon.

[ I am unfolding ] -- I am unfolded
And revealed to this world; undeveloped
unprepared, unformed----misunderstood.
I want to leave.

Divine light continued to shine for so long that the battery died
and no spark could be seen in my eyes, so it waved death down.

The rapture came and it went
while my faith was treading cement
I'm hell bound but I'm heaven sent
so I'm lifted back into the ground.
I've ascended back into the ground.

I will find my own way. [KB / ETID]