all clutch (No Brake up Steaks!)

are you the “headless” horse man,

running back & forth your small town?

Or am I? Because I’m in your head

whenever I’m not even around

I guess it’s not me (a horseman) because now it’s 4 horsemen

the numbers keep running up (clip, clop)

now I’m the apocalypse roaming

the streets with 4 horse power (grrr)

without you cause you’re alone in your sheets

obsessed with what to do now (after burning a road-map)

now you’ve no escape to your suffering

you’ve picked a place, laid foundation to waste

wagonwatch your House of Cards crumble down (down, down)

I’m seeing, breathing, beaming

with city lights, skylines, & smiles alight

& loving & kind eyes calling me “Mine”

escaping your clutches every time

I prefer a new “clutch” of my own

maybe even one that matches,

one that catches the lights in their eyes

when they hear me revving down their street

chasing the pretty dreams in their head (gaga's sexxx dreams)

dreams of me becoming reality

realititties in their sleep next to me

twisted up in soft honey sheets

smelling like lavender & sandalwood

& I called them “sweet”

but they like “unsavory” too

now they’re spicy “honey” on my tongue

the fun has just begun

& I’m endlessly coming & coming undone (korn)

under the sunlight of their eyes

I come alive

even the moonlight, lets me know they’re “Mine” (calling me “mine”)