Bungus in my veins, midnight on the chain
Crows on the overpass spelling my name
Ash-tray moon, lungs full of rust
Trenches in the rearview, Tanner in the dust
Boots drip petrol, heartbeat syncs to the lo-rider hum
We don’t rise—we corrode, we become
Bungus on the tongue, sulfur-sweet, numb
Laughing ‘cause heaven forgot where we’re from