Starscream - J57

Red diamonds blind him on his course out to Jerusalem

Black widow venom drenches as they move in illumine of the

Desert heats, beads of sweat stood at attention on his sun tan

He sees a mirage, senses danger yet hopes it’s real

In one hand, he lights his lucky strike with a filter quite like entourage

Mountains reflect off his shades in a way, expect almost nothing less

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Nothing close to regret

To get bottled up, you’d think that cigarette was a cork more or less

I’d say it was the synthemesc

I’d say it was the dying sun

I’d say it was the faces of death

And the smoke cloud around where locals run

For shelter during acid rain season even

I’d say it was the shit that makes broken people and God even

(And so to begin we must discuss one of the best kept secrets of all time

Man must have inner peace before he can ever achieve peace on earth.)