BLACKOUT DRIFT

Back, back, back—hear that snap?
Eyes gone black, no coming back.
Back, back, back—hear that hiss?
One more shift, then it hits.
Blackout drift, blackout drift, blackout drift; say my name,
Then it rips.
Blackout drift, blackout drift,
Blackout drift; cold hard steel in my ribs.
Late, late night, raid on the block; I don't pray,