American Psychosis

“american psychosis” on the road, the dream begins..... the sun is burning a fever in the sky upon the endless serpent a serial killers life diseased upon the road into the darkness i fly..... this is where it all comes together the pure release of freedom's forgetfulness..... i twist the throttle speed is time time is speed as the sun is setting i feel the need in the night the shadowed coolness neon eyes reflecting what the day never will see, the american night where our dreams born from valleys to where earth touches sky what is true...... early morning in the industry factory where even the sun bleary black and white day to day is beyond me, i could not be slaved, i gas chain smoke sugar fix and the road calls sirenly..... every mile a day studied at 80 miles per hour then just as the past left behind on the side.... under a bridge the assassin of youth stalks as we laugh and curse the sun for we can knowing it is not death to fear but life. 3 days on the road......