FF=66

He invites the storm He lives by instinct With fears that are not fears But prickles of ecstasy This code is cracked I don't expect whatever I spat out to stick Awash in the signs, sick from the lack Spliced in, spliced in Second-hand words and screen for skin Forcing out sounds, facing outside again Deified and refined, blurring every line Just want a way not to be what gets sold to me FF=66 explains you're sick Spins on the axis of promise and lick lack luck Reveals all tricks