Petals pouring from pornographic scenes
Predicted perspectives suit you better
Frying ice worldwide in a hurry
Eyes fried and vision is blurry
Bleak blue the hammer hits the screw
Oily windshields and fancy cars
Leave little to ask for with a clock
As a steering wheel just pushing the pointers
Is the ruler a monarch or the stick
That measures the charts in a self-loathing ditch
Prepare for the unknown we know where it ends
See the sun, come closer and let me burn