Siphon the words
Right out of my mouth
Like a bubbling stream
Of gasoline


With every exhaust you
Bring these thoughts to me
Burning up an engine
Get my heart to beat

Fuelling movements
Like a drum you beat

Magic in your palm
You have the master key


Crank the lever
And shift into gear

On the radio is still
Dark synthony

Black matter pistons
Kicking energy

Steer me where we’re going
And I’ll follow your


From your books of occult
You draw runes, liberate
Though you have this power
I still trust you

You’re such a vision
Got the black book wisdom
And though I am your conduit
I can still trust you

And your

Every thing you say
Is just gasoline

Every look you give me
Is so tempting

Making solid gold
From mercury

Chemistry in your hand
You’ve got the


Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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