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.