sundazed.

as the playbacks played back - it was dark, it was night
the sides had been picked: go go, start the fight
it's a blitz -- it's a taste test in aspirin based fusion
standing knee-deep in this heated illusion.

hits spinning loudly round quarter to three
he's a paranoid lad, he won't tolerate me
if the flips would materialize, there'd be naught to fear
and her mind foams up like the head on her beer.