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Rider, come after, come faster, kick your steed to full pacing
gotta catch me ‘cause I don’t come quietly,
gotta win the game ‘cause I don’t like givin’ in,
I’m busy destroying what you made and ripping out the seeds you planted
desertion, pollution; gotta get it, gotta grab it
I make a show of my spiraling and I carve a hole in the dirt
(so follow me rider, rider,
so follow me on down)

new nerves lightin’ within me
gotta see how I’m wired baby, gotta find my pulse
feel the sky-rocket kick-back that’ll shatter your grip
on my upper arm —
can’t grab hold of the catatonic;
we’ll just pay you no damn mind

watch me watch the sky; watch me find my own ride;
rider, rider, can’t follow me no more, can’t follow me down this rabbit’s hole
your horse doesn’t have the hooves for this terrain any more
lightning-spike and electric blue, gotta catch the flavor of volt
and you’d balk up at it,
afraid it’d crisp your pristine robe.

can’t say I mind the quiet
can’t pretend I mind the silence
can’t act like this isn’t familiar territory,
behind a backdrop of crystal eyes
and wired pores —
gotta tell you, this isn’t disappointing
have my hands back
and gonna be busy making good use.