metal plus metal water/ as the sun shine through the ripped ropes of the tent that wouldn’t ever close again, a thirsty ant all night running in circles, the place where my head used to lay. LEVEL UP - Seven days after drinking the first sip of ----------my taste was numb my tongue thirsty for that first touch that would bring me back to the bloody place-back then when FLASH ‘We have nothing to fear’ riding on asphalt downhill no hands/NO TEETH but a metal taste. plus a metal taste equals water