A bleached sun for a rainy day

A lotta soul inna broken cage

I bite her lip fist-fuck to my face

I am the god you are the sin in my clay

A loaded tongue weighing on’a phrase

I hear their bombs and I offer rage

You have the salt, an’ I got the flame

Casting shadows onto Heaven’s gate

Catch the ends where they start to fray

The night is young salute the day

Let’s write our stars in the dull of clay

Cross our hearts then throw them away