Offramp Cycle, Pattern 22 Songtext / Lyric

Broken glass under

A poison half-moon

On some shattered highway that goes nowhere



Wraps around its prey

Like a concrete serpent

With fangs fastened around my throat



I choke on the fumes as the world in a blur

Falls away but leaves me clouded and hollow



Blood on my hands,

And a thing in the backseat

That used to be human

Flying on the highway

Trying to outrun me, drained of thought,

That used to be human



But the broken glass, it haunts me

Glittering like gems

Or sparkling like evil rainfall






That turns to steam in the heat

Ugly, hot, and shaking

With the thing in the backseat



Blood on my hands,

And a thing in the backseat

That used to be human

Flying on the highway

Trying to outrun me, drained of thought,

That used to be human



It seeps through the plastic shroud…

As I push it, faster and further

I push a needle, I push a needle, yeah



It seeps through the plastic shroud…

As I push it, faster and further

I push a needle, I push a needle

I push a needle



nas around the eyes

Around the judging eyes of streetlights

Mad with thirst



Almost enough to lap up iridescent rain

Just a little further,

But the pupils of night are diminishing

Subtle



By the time the smog sets in to eat away the morning

I should be somewhere, praying that I'm dreaming



Blood on my hands,

And a thing in the backseat

That used to be human

Flying on the highway

Trying to outrun me, drained of thought,

That used to be human



It seeps through the plastic shroud…

As I push it, faster and further

I push a needle, I push a needle, yeah



It seeps through the plastic shroud…

As I push it, faster and further

I push a needle, I push a needle, yeah



It seeps through the plastic shroud…

As I push it, faster and further

I push a needle, I push a needle, yeah



It seeps through the plastic shroud…

As I push it, faster and further

I push a needle, I push a needle