T-minus fifty dollars until count down
I’m sun red with needlepoints
Half time scores under camera’s lens
Fucked teeth on a black silk sheet
Walking to the capsule
Flight panel in my eyes
Ready
Reading
Alienation
Alliteration as I strap myself in
Back scuttling hope as I boil my fuel
And don’t you cunts try to scan me
Cause I seen the lines on the road to the sky
I’ve got my foot planted on faster kill
Saw the demon in my crystal meter
Spoke to my track marks while flushing space
All the stop signs have been shot out of the airlock
Cold steel vacuum plunging into my powder
I plot the coordinates as I unwrap the foil
A gleaming space ship flies into my veins
Hyper-driving through the rocket parks
Sucking my tongue on a new formula
Ecstasy E equals me on speed squared
Sitting in the back of a spaceship grinding stars with my jaw
Don’t stand to close to my exhaust
You either suit up for the next count down
Because my need is bleeding to reach the stars
Blast off is go with you or without you
Yer Fuck!
End transmission.