I feel the weight of the traffic bearing down on me as I stand on the curb
A mass exodus of howling bodies released by the greening of the light
Shrieking rubber, screaming tarmac, growling engines, the wild calls of the jungle
Before I can set foot on the cross walk a monstrous twelve wheeler takes the corner
Reeling around in a psychotic war dance of unholy heat and sweat
A chariot of hell returning home with its howling spoils of war
Soon the sea of steel has ebbed the hand of god is flashing orange
Only by the will of angels or evolution alone do I make it safely to the other side
