we re driving just me and god it s raining it s raining hard the windows are steaming up the bridge engulfed by fog the rust of the metal bridge it beckons it pulls me in i argue i scream at god and what he s offering my hands fly off the steering wheel can t recall getting here if i could i would reach behind and turn my light off my thoughts run off the beaten track there s no lighthouse or way back take the hand of god and bite the feeder no more lingering i m driving i talk to god he s screaming i only nod i need to be where you are the leaves and trees are shaking it s raining the bullets melt the hunger of hunger itself it s draining but pain has reservoirs it keeps for itself  my hands fly off the steering wheel can t recall getting here if i could i would reach behind and turn my light off my thoughts run off the beaten track there s no lighthouse or way back take the hand of god and bite the feeder no more lingering i m falling i m not myself i m diving i m underneath the hull of a mighty ship that steams away from here the bubbles the surface race they shine and they replicate i hear it the voice of god is laced with sarcasm in your hands and my thoughts run off the beaten track there s no light how s the way back take the hand of god and bite the feeder no more lingering my hands fly off the steering wheel can t recall getting here if i could i would reach behind and turn my light off