Marathon from Biodiesel by Brittle Brian

Body is mind is control is to fear
When I pump on my bike I have nothing to fear
but the oncoming cars and the speed of my brain
there's a block in my throat and I don't want to care

And so don't, don't you promise me
Use for talking, just for moving,
you've got glory on your skin

Oh no! Slingshot to the west

Nothing flows into me, nothing flows out of me
On the porch of my house, all of your beauty
refracting in drops of sweat from your fresh energy
Something I can catch some of the time

And so don't, don't you swing it at me
A love lizard, come to haunt bitch
You can look but don't you touch

Oh no! Better drive on

If you forge it, I won't tap out
If you omit, I won't tap out
I won't tap out, I won't tap out

• Soundtrack
• sparse
• wet
• Philadelphia