7 AM so it beings again. One zip favoring familiar silhouettes. Left whips and chains behind. I'm boycotting trends. It's my new look this season. Riding on backs of palominos. Primed for an attack. It's as good as good as it gets. With girl disappearing. What on earth's occurring?. 'Cause she's right in front of me. A girl disappearing. To some secret prison. Behind her eyes she whispers:. "Big surprise there was no protection. By this urban light.. So I'm running to a constellation. Where they can still see you.". Envy can spread herself so thinly. She slipped in before I could notice it. In my own war. Blood in the cherry zone. When they pit woman against feminist. Riding on backs of palominos. Ditching the blond shell. Working her hell on that red carpet. With girl disappearing. What on earth's occurring?. 'Cause she's right in front of me. A girl disappearing. To some secret prison. But she's right in front of me. A girl disappearing. To some secret prison. Behind her eyes she whispers:. "Big surprise there was no protection. By this urban light.. So I'm running to a constellation. Where they can still see you.". Then I'm running too if that's a consolation. 'Cause I can still see you