The Wash

The wash Hits so fast. Feels like a metal wave rolling over me Covered in a suit of molten steel Changes how you feel. Don't care. About anything but me. I'll pretend to listen If you got a story, just please Don't bore me. That's what has become of us. Not for me. This bird has flown Into a new sky One with problems But no lies. Don't lose control It feels like the best pair of slippers Warms your feet, seems to deliver A sense of inhibitions. Freedom Control Multiverses Souls All require armour Made of love Mixed with steel The wash always changing How we feel.