You get to bring me up to speed
The bets, the bills
You think you had your fill, deeper than red
The seed in your head sprouts but in the shallowest of graves
Don't bite the bait or mind the mess
This ain't your average windmill dragon breath
Stand still, think sharp but fast
It's right ahead

A Sun made in a Russian lab
Melts and drips
Tastes of saltless sweat
Mother Nature counterattacks

Pharaoh cats
Will have the last word
The flock of birds shall not interrupt
Their heavy curse, in its ample reach
Even silver tongues must feed eventually
Is all on the line now
At least enjoy the ride