CHIP

Kettle Point is a good hideout,

About 20 minutes away from Sarnia,

Your eyes have should me the route,

I can sense and feel it with karma.

 

More military personnel are present,

As you often ride on Highway 21,

I can hear you shouting while you vent,

As it has been weighing on you like a tonne.

 

You have left cracks in the pavement,

That will let me follow you to your base,

Stay there, my teeth grind as we are meant,

I will be approaching you to see your face.

 

I recall the day you chip my tooth,

Now it’s my day to feel your bones,

It’s time to pack up and close your booth,

I am determined and more than prone.

 

I can feel the chattering of your teeth,

I can smell your sweat on your forehead,

I can sense the tides on the beach,

While you are hot and turn bright red.

 

I can feel the beat of your heart,

I can feel you standing up tall,

The look in your eyes will make me start,

As I am running to tear down walls,

 

The gravel paths lead to your den,

I just have to locate the cut off,

Keep your soul open while you send,

The air is full of character and soft.

 

Your arms will finally be around me,

As we can continue to fill our albums,

I’m coming to rescue you to set you free,

As you will no longer ache and feel numb.