CRASHBASS

Keep my baseline dropping from time,
popping out of dust, rust buildup of lime.
disease me freaky friday,
lust my hands cutting air like flow.
carefully guide me, and connect my pulse.
round the carve between the cults.
I feel the dark drop me,
and ignite my growing trunk.
it hit me right between the lungs and ribs.
the tiny space for movement.
crash the beat in neutral,
and let me drive this winding road.
feel every fucking second humming in my heart.
the flash of not being one with the drum, but perfectly apart.