Chore The Hitchhiker
Distension rise and compromise
See the world in decline through your own eyes
Are you sinking, in the twilight?
As long as I'm winning, I can keep you upright
When you know, it's safe, to run away
Throwing rocks at mediocrity
Traffic slowed, turned to confront me
Red light shot out, from the inside
Crooked coppers, kept me uptight
They don't know your face, so run away
Indicate
Slow are days!
Are you swimming, in the limelight?
I'm still winning
Are you still upright?
You can bare your fangs, or run away
In decay
Slow are days!