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

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Punks gettin' shade