Blunt Force Trauma

The mask goes so deep
True or false?
In a second, not at all
You're a world-breaker, a speck in the void

Your dandelion head's blown right off
With the wind, carry softly
Parachute to hunt a faraway domain

I feel like a runaway star
Way the wind is blowing, you'll be carried far
And I feel the blunt force trauma
With the speed of the lick
Head first collision, batter body and brick
Blunt force trauma, smack a bolt from the blue
Sodom or Gomorrah shapes a catch-22

Stay or traverse, run the course
Something better, something worse
The soft against the hard, like saliva on concrete

Revolving ahead, 'round the sun
Taking hours, taking none
Evaporated at the junction between sight and deceit

I feel like a runaway star
Way the wind is blowing, you'll be carried far
And I feel the blunt force trauma
With the speed of the lick
Head first collision batter body and brick
Blunt force trauma, smack a bolt from the blue
Sodom or Gomorrah shapes a catch-22