smashed stars
and old fruit jars
the candy ass guards with their fingers all charred
under the cover

the protein summer
givin´ a number
in a weighed out sun
got an infection
ready for inspection
the guts that glow
armor and shield
blaze through the fields
mighty directions
with the devils peel
sanitized
rippin´ the surf
right down to the foul earth
they bathe to the cabins
lightin´ their way
through the curious pathoms
suckin´ your breath
down your legs

wishin´ for a worlds
with fresh cigarettes
but now they bathe
a tiresome grave
??? frequency
punks gettin´ shade