g
faster, faster, faster
d
keep that engine running
c
cut it off now
g
and you'll be stuck
am g
in the southern canyon.
master, master, master
never did think
not in a million years
that we'd be apart
for the final showdown.
laster, laster, laster
time consummed
and time awaits
accompanied always
by her captured soul.
plaster, plaster, plaster
sculpters and painters
unrecognized abstracts
and self portraits
of the mad and lost.
