It's here I sit and rust amid this ruin and rancor like tire irons

Toothy grills and car parts before me the acid rain floods my

Floorboard burns my pores and rots my upholstry

Once I was

Worshipped polished magnificently now I lay in decay by the dirty

Angry bay

I'm ready to leave

I wanna get out of here

I'm ready to ride away

I don't want to die in here

I'm ready to ride

Mmy skin is metallic now no longer an elegant powder blue my body

Unhinged and sleeping in the jungle of motor block manifolds and metal

Relics what was deluxe becomes debris I never questioned loyalty

But this dead end demolishes the dream of an open highway

Dig me but don't bury me