One Pound - Punch Cabbie

One Pound

Traced down to the ground, got you in his sights

He’s got the photos, to prove that you’re in drag.

Another static air hits the waves to the brain now sucks out what a drain on The system overload.

And then reaches back, the linen reeks of ether now

And off to dream land, the heart is runnin fast

The shakes are gone now, the snake headed beast is in the dreamscape alone

The butchers got you.

And then he’s gone in the back of his soul

How it appears to be, how its going to be this time around.

One pound of flesh, torn from the side.

Strapped into to this chair and waking up Oh how the duck tape rips the hair off your arms

And now he cuts deep, deep enough.

But not a drop will hit the ground

And tragedy burls into his waste.

And then he cuts now a pound away.