SECKLE
(R. Pillay, K. Dean & J. Wilson)
© Ochiltree 136 Publishing (2000) 

Tail lights dot the early night, trails of isolation
Shifting in the emptiness, blood and hesitation
Journey 'cross the highway, traffic we in pain
Chemical peace of mind pumping through my veins
Seckle it down, turn it around

Embracing the uncertain, madness sinking deep
I swim alone when I see no reflection staring back at me
And my desire, I burn the temple down
Hunt like a hungry beast, I'm coming to your town

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From the Album: JONAH