Orange guns gold teeth
Chase me down stand up to see
Me push you out of my house
Side door no fear
Running up from the bottom
Of the stairs threat or no threat
I have a family to protect
Get out!
Where do you think you are?
Not much time here now
Have to think on our feet
Even if the gun goes off
Keep moving forward
He’s shooting but I don’t care
No matter how many are
Standing there
End of the world is near
Cliff diving no gear here I come
Positioning of the sun is extreme
Contemporaneously audible
Ringing in my ears
Forge a different path
Tell a different story
One that’s nothing like
The one we’re living
With much more pleasure!
© GÄ
Poétique 