Spiraling, falling. A silver machine. From wings of freedom. Silent above. . Eyelids were burning. Summer sun roasting. Tumbling chrome. In the clear blue sky.
Yes, yes I'd launch into the rising sun. My livin' breath is measured. Every step is done fare you well my friends. See you down the line, yea, yea. .
Trapped inside a web of fiery gravity that fuels all our needs. Chaotic energy that sucks the life from H to H e. All life withers in the sun. I deny what I have done.