The Surge - Dan Bull

I’ve got this

I’ve got this

I’ve got this

I’m slowly roasting under the solar rays

Been stuck in this hole for days

What virtuoso made the oh-so great proposal

Of drones with blades

Hey, don’t separate my nose and face

My looks will go to waste

I was low a moment ago

But pain’s a way to motivate

I don’t suppose they’ll float away

So I’ll make a new way to negotiate

I, turn over the page with no delay

I’m my own protege

I’m a dark soul with two hard shoulders

Known as the motorway

So don’t you dare overtake

Or you’ll need a new coat of paint

Severing extremities is a clever method

We use to lose a load of weight

Your tech’s like your culture:

Free for me to go and appropriate

Those flows provoke debate

Blowing up at an explosive rate

So debased I won’t associate with you

You’re overrated

I’d prefer to go on a date

With a moldy plate of roast potatoes

Craving so voracious I could float in space

And won’t be weightless

How the heck did I get so big?

Sticking tech to my exo rig

But it’s never sufficient

I’m already getting ready for the next growth

So let’s go dig

Never mind the gods and their schemes

We are the cogs in their machine

The wildest fighting dogs you’ve ever seen

Blood

Petrol

Metal

Sweat and dreams

Adapt to stress, disaster

Like a committed method actor

No happy ever after

A vicious metal raptor

With the extra X factor

Collecting tech scrap for

The aptitudes I have to yet master

Get faster

Test, you’ll get your neck snapped

So It’s messed up like It’s Glen Baxter’s sketchpad

That’s drenched in alphabet pasta

Sepp blatter

Deceptive bastard

Fully fledged engine of vengeful havoc

A tragic ending’s pending

When you’re a drunk trying to enter traffic

Shrapnel spins severed limbs

Liquidating everything

From megaliths

To insignificant details we see the devil in

We go to the CREO party

Dismantle the demonarchy

Don’t start when you can’t complete

Or your arteries will receive no heartbeat

Never mind the gods and their schemes

We are the cogs in their machine

The wildest fighting dogs you’ve ever seen

Blood

Petrol

Metal

Sweat and dreams

I’ve got this

Someone call a doctor

I’ve got this

Doctor, I’ve got this urge

But I’m lost for words

Feel like I’m on the verge of popping off

Do not disturb

Call off the search

I’ve lost my nerve

Giving you just desserts

I’m kicking you off of the kerb

My golly gosh, that must have hurt

(Never mind!)

Never mind the gods and their schemes

We are the cogs in their machine

The wildest fighting dogs you’ve ever seen

Blood

Petrol

Metal

Sweat and dreams