Prepare to be Mined

It's a permanent scar
There's a payphone out back
You can drop a token glance
At the countertop when leaving

You could find yourself
Underneath the strong box
With the name of hell
Written in napalm

Into the arms of anyone that
Hovers in this general space
These are the sort of random things
That make life interesting

It's demanding as hell
Tell the truth
Set a scene
Block the whole damn thing
In some supermarket
After hours in the staff
Break room with a motion
Detecting lens