Spit me some details.

You owe me some money.

We need to drop shit fast

For as this one night makes

The both of us shiver

As naked, fake-unhinged,

And ready to be flat,

Neither of us will ever

Be truly ready. Dead rats

Shine brighter as moonlit

Cement-narrows live as

Depressed mazes, creeping

Unto each stranger that

No one else should be

Outside tonight, as if every

Night should never be different.

But we both know how

We are not the same, not

At all, at the very least,

Unexpected parts of this

Stupid tackle of the order.

Because as both of us

Sweat as fuck balls

And still always lucky,

Coming around to play with

The self-proclaimed masters

Of the night will bring us to

Our truer selves, more than ever,

And a little upbeat, we wait until

Accepting any form of incline

From any form of monsters,

For every form of bad and hatred

We have ever been trashed into,

And not ever will be by us alone.