Lyric Locked In The Trunk Of A Car

They don t know how old I am, they found armour in my belly
From the sixteenth century
Conquistador, I think
They don t know how old I am, they found armour in my belly
Fashioned out of machine revving tension
Lashing out at machine revving tension
Rushing by the machine revving tension
Morning broke out the backside of a truck-stop
the end of a line a real, rainbow-likening, luck stop
where you could say I became chronologically fucked up.
Put ten bucks in just to get the tank topped up.
Then, I found a place it s dark and it s rotted.
It s a cool, sweet kinda-place
where the copters won t spot it
and I destroyed the map, I even thought I forgot it,
however, everyday I m dumping the body.
It d be better for us if you don t understand.
It d be better for me if you don t understand

Then, I found a place it s dark and it s rotted.
It s a cool, sweet kinda-place
where the copters won t spot it
and I destroyed the map that I d carefully dotted,
however, everyday I m dumping the body.
It d be better for us if you don t understand.
It d be better for me if you don t understand

let me out
let me out