Watch the sun switching in the sky, off and on,. where our friend stands bleeding on the late summer lawn,. a slicked back bloody black gunshot to the head..
All the riders on the rise. Circlers from every side. All the riders on the rise. Circlers from every side. . Eyes up!. Light floods around. In a yellow shadow after night.
I though that it was us against the world. But now it's me against something so big and abstract that I can't tell what it is. All the while you're out there grinding on some poor girl.