Metal beat
Jim Suit
Black hair
Dim skin
Gold teeth
A trickle voice like a silver sheet
The pulling of the lights
Reflecting in my eyes
Pick up a flip-top box from the vinyl seat
Drift in
Drift out
We're gone
I'm here
Click on
Click off
No-no
Don't get too near
Name on the shatterproof glass
Melt into a mass
Let's slide across me in this heat
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