Vision of Danger
2014
A moonage break
I had not left any time
Scripta minora, toll mistake
I now owe them a lie and a crime
A mare of burstin the corner
of my room, I crawl in the gloom
she hates me and my former
ability to send her to her doom
Ive lost a lot, but gained some life
stepfathers are hard to handle
after years of strip and strive
I blew out the fearing candle
Were in touch but she is jealous
—I flee into a summer rain
among thousands I must laugh
at how she tries to tighten the chain
But see how I passed the test
now call her Miss Pride again
on top of a bus stop, I feel like the rest
I got fever and Im hungry for men.
