Testo Burning Chrome

Steel-framed, concrete form
Cold-eyed, sentient god
Pale glow bathes the road
Red and white constellation
Streaming down, speed of serotonin
Drumming grows in foreign drones
Staring upward, the view is yours alone
Rain over plastic, crowd breathing low Driving now, visor low
Overlain interface shown
Scrolling grid, wider view
Scanning signs of hidden roads
From great heights, one cannot know
Dark streets, just a shadow
Light array, facing home
Stalling time, burning chrome