Promethean

stitched together you do as Viktor says.
with a bolt of lightning i awake
my Divine Fire becomes incarnate with 1.21 jigawatts of raw, unadulterated kickass
so let's go back to the future and see what we can be
but the bolts in my neck are a constant reminder
a drive and a purpose and an ultimatum
the gift is the curse, that is to outlive your purpose and that of those that surround you
that and the clammy skin
to bring destruction by proximity, and only in the passive-agressive
droning across the country join the circus
at least you become useful to those you despise you
all the while you can enjoy the colors and sounds
gabba gabba hey what a lie
just you wait for the pitchforks.