Snakebite. Spitting spiders eyes… They swallowed up the night.
Cried ‘Meltdwn. Zero Marsh of lava…’ with supersonic sight. And barriers
Of you and me piled 1500 high, spread here to there in smoking cans — we
Blackened out the sky… King met king, we heard the bell, they kicked
Away the board — flew headfirst to the bunkers then they started out once
More… And you and me were born again as iron plated pawns. We scorched
Our way through libraries, we shredded all the lawns ’til everything was
Rust and powder, every stone was turned, and random programmes re-arranged
The areas to burn. The enemy is years ahead, he’s tapped into the phone.
He hides beneath the furniture — knows all the special codes. The enemy’s
Our destiny, he’s pulling on the cord. He spits a line, I spactic dive
And sell him his reward. I perform.
