REALITY CHECK

Ridin the Bullet

Awoken by the voiceless nightmare scream
Struggling with a plainful silent cry of a broken intestine
Shaking to the current of a hyper electric bolt of current
Caught off guard by the ugly black fat cockroach

The numbness of it all
Makes the ride and the fall
Feel like a crawl
Yet the feeling in it
Is like ridin on top of a speeding bullet

Everything looks so normal today
But why was it a whole different world yesterday
That huge manhole
Could'nt have been filled in a day

That thing that looked unbelievably awesome just a while ago
Looks so plane and ordinary and nfin like before
Is the fantasy all over
Or is this all part of the ride on the bullet?

What if the blast is still waiting to happen
And the reach is just a few miles to come
Would everything still burn
If it lost a glance in the turn?

It was all maddening black
How could it suddenly turn yellow?
Is this the smooth on the silvat(wrinkle)?
Or just part of the sights on the ride on the bullet