America Won Testo

america's a blinding place for nightlife.
the highlights: america's a binding place
and i might tangle you in your own fists
like two hundred feet of blank tape in a tree.
and i might pound you,
put it on you like a sweater
with the sleeve holes sewed shut
when you're trying to swim.
and i might treat you like a wall i walk by
with my headphones on and my eyes all gone. or polish you, shine your ego
like windexing a mirror.