I saw the light 
20 years approaching 
Firefly crystal 
Borne fried nights

Wide awake 
Alive she cried 
American distance 
Dropped out, dead detuned

Blood plume to dust 
Nude, ill bound fragile 
Cementation 
A heart is bare, unready

American alleyway 
A street paved to gold 
Pool of tears 
Severed serpents bleed

In inevitable heat 
Burn baby burn 
Dance to a thousand 
Deaths, mystiques

Candle lit 
Wild child 
A soul of 
Weeping spirits

American dawn 
Name our endless pursuits 
Men of age 
Grime, and expression

A sun at bay 
Watch it 
Fade 
Go for the day