That combative streak - it’s alright - i get it - trauma multiplied by your normal non-conformity - a perfect storm of vengeance unfurled upon the dickhead heads of this world. But lest you become one of them - let’s think about that philosophically for a minute. Why not express that anger on what gotcha into this mess in the first place? It’s not the usual prick one meets on the street remember - it’s the gestalt - the ruling culture
Did i have your back back then no matter what? Maybe not. It was too chaotic. Did you have mine? I wonder - how ‘bout we got each other’s this time? – i'm in a spot of bother - i’m Hong Kong - i’m going under - turns out i need a warrior. If you’re inclined to divine this frequency across the divide babe - luck’ll favour the brave - isn’t that what you’d have said?
The spell of heaven and hell? yeah it’s stuck in our minds for a reason - alive n wriggling - i’m waist deep in its primal muck - metaphysically speaking. So here’s what i’m thinking - let’s take that fight the fuck up. This time let me handle the direction. Our secret weapon is still a ya loaded question - an undressing - a messing with their minds – a spasmic revelation. You wanna white-knuckle that equation - hell yeah - i’m fucken well buckled in
Lost when i met you you said
I saw you - we already knew
Whatever will happen has happened
I take care of you