get into the groove

bitchy bully brazen bully crazy, but its never too late. drizzle leads to a furnace, a stuffy shed full of yellow light. eyes swollen from last night. breathe has sunken, remind machinery to continue without concentrating too much. all ears, all ears waiting for a minutes silence. all tired, all tired, waiting for that minute's silence. swing violent, swing strong, swing until we dont get along. drizzle leads to fire and the fire burns. fire turns me into ashes and sends me home.
her eyes of steel lure me into the next twenty years. get into the groove. get into the box. the remains in your march paycheck.