Full Pockets

I've got time
and brain cells
to kill.
1,000 fuses to light.
Well, 12.
Nobody to talk to-
nothing to do.
Ice cold,
everything to drink,
all the seat a man needs,
a clock and a wallet.
I've got inpiration for the desparate,
despair for the inspired,
two beautiful eyes,
recording.

I've got a pair
of magnets,
a pen and a notebook.
And I can lie,
boy can I lie.

This night will burn.
Not one stone
will be left standing
upon another.