Smashed stars
  and old fruit jars
  the candy ass guards with their fingers all charred
  under the cover
  the protein summer
  givin' a number
  in a weighed out sun
  got an infection
  ready for inspection
  the guts that glow
  armor and shield
  blaze through the fields
  mighty directions
  with the devils peel
  sanitized
  rippin' the surf
  right down to the foul earth
  they bathe to the cabins
  lightin' their way
  through the curious pathoms
  suckin' your breath
  down your legs
  wishin' for a worlds
  with fresh cigarettes
  but now they bathe
  a tiresome grave
  ??? frequency
  punks gettin' shade