Another busy night in the dark hours of lower east side New York...
I'm... swinging around, air punching abundant goblins
My stomach punching clutch dust with problems
Red on my mind, my dreading red seducing trouble
My bubbly surroundings collapse hostile from both sides to my struggles
Black ravens abduct power from traffic lights and draw dark sheets and covers
Radiant locations await in range and hover over hoodlums
Documenting the rain aiming aimlessly chained