Offramp Cycle, Pattern 22

	Broken glass under a poison half-moon
	On some shattered highway that goes nowhere at all
	Wraps around its prey like a concrete serpent in the acid rain
	With fangs fastened around my throat
	I choke on the fumes as the world in a blur
	Falls away but leaves me clouded and hollow
	Blood on my hands, and a thing in the backseat
	That used to be human
	Flying on the highway, trying to outrun me
	Drained of thought, but the broken glass, it haunts me
	Glittering like gems or sparkling like evil rainfall
	That turns to steam in the heat
	Ugly, hot, and shaking
	With the thing in the backseat
	It seeps through the plastic shroud…
	As I push the needle faster and further
	Coronas around the judging eyes of streetlights
	Mad with thirst, almost enough to lap up iridescent rain
	Just a little further, but the pupils of night are diminishing
	Subtle
	By the time the smog sets in to eat away the morning
	I should be somewhere, praying that I’m dreaming

	Broken glass under a poison halfmoon
	On some shattered highway that goes nowhere at all
	Wraps around its prey like a concrete serpent in the acid rain
	With fangs fastened around my throat
	I choke on the fumes as the world in a blur
	Falls away but leaves me clouded and hollow
	Blood on my hands, and a thing in the backseat
	That used to be human
	Flying on the highway, trying to outrun me
	Drained of thought, but the broken glass, it haunts me
	Glittering like gems or sparkling like evil rainfall
	That turns to steam in the heat
	Ugly, hot, and shaking
	With the thing in the backseat
	It seeps through the plastic shroud
	As I push the needle faster and further
	Coronas around the judging eyes of streetlights
	Mad with thirst, almost enough to lap up iridescent rain
	Just a little further, but the pupils of night are diminishing
	Subtle
	By the time the smog sets in to eat away the morning
	I should be somewhere, praying that I' m dreaming