Striking Down Your Big Premiere

If I could wear a capsule
Of all the world's hairline fracture
The biggest wig in the show

You send me pulse from God knows where
Antenna has changed its air
From shortwave to ballistic cruise

Striking down your big premiere
Counterfeit counters have no more cheer
We're all lot lizards parked outside your door

Carried careless with repeat demerits
Menthol lights could not scare us
If takers are bums, I own the slums
Of crosstalk bound by stirring tea

If I could squeezе cents to pounds
Conversion rates buriеd in sound
Blasting from a car with blurry tags

The burnouts heard from parking lots
Of suburban box stores, shut my mouth
Finally fired a bullet into my sleeve

Months break off hands the clock
I painfully flattened out a rock
Caught a home right into my throat

Carried careless from the birth of Ares
Menthol lights they could not scare us
If takers are bums, I own the slums
Of crosstalk bound by stirring tea

I love the smell of jet bridge fumes
Before I board with the few
Group D vagabonds and their pimps

Finders fee for a losing spree
Candy drugstore holes in teeth
Always shitbrained when I'm pissed

Carried careless from the tap so garish
Menthol lights could not scare us
If takers are bums, I own the slums
Of crosstalk bound by stirring tea