Lungs like asthma, filled up bright like plasma 1024 pixels come through
Stumbling not walking from the maze of the gem hard like rock tried and true
Enamel pure white brings me delight every time whether in person or the rear view
Lost locks, moistened frocks clean up on aile number two
The street lamp died, but no matter how I thought the ride was over, the rhythm still pounded I was surrounded once again
Telephathic spasm reminded me who was the captian and for me still grew
Rejuvenation not requiring the subway station to be in use but awaken
Born again it is captain my captain take the wheel and plow right on through.