Gauge red. Still climbing. (shhhh)
Redline
Redline Don't
slow down (deep growl) Redline Redline Burn it out
Cold face, red glow,
pressure in the glass
Everybody watching, waiting on the crash
I keep the cadence tight,
sharpen every consonant Stacking every rhyme till the pattern gets ominous
No pause
No fear
(right here)
Something getting close here
I’m threading the rhythm and building the tension Then bending the measure
with surgical precision The pressure is rising,
the timing is violent They talk from the shadows,
I answer with silence Internal on internal,
the pattern keeps spinning They thought this was fast— This is only
beginning.
Again.
Rapidly packing the syllables deep in the middle of every division I’m
clipping the consonants, twisting the rhythm,
then changing position They follow the pattern,
I fracture the pattern and bury the evidence with it
Too late. REDLINE
REDLINE
DON'T SLOW DOWN (don't slow) REDLINE REDLINE
BURN IT OUT
Redline—