instant oil change.

the center of commerce is bathed in light.
you can see it for miles, even at night.
motored beasts careen by riding streaks made of light.
they burn like broken chariots until they're safe and out of sight.
traffic lights flicker and fade with the hours,
turning over in colors like the last of spring's flowers.
the powers that be won't stand for waiting on me.
they hold out for the daybreak to come set them free.
curiously i wait for this sad city state
to sacrifice me doused in gasoline at the keeper's gold gates.
my soul's charred in this fire and it makes me prespire.
flames turn chameleon colors as they burn, burn me higher.

collector of fees; so hated, revered.
he's got the power to break us.
that man, he's so feared.
on occasion he comes here pounding hard on the door.
he says it's time to pay up before he comes back for more.
slayer of dreams and the breaker of balls.
give him enough time and he'll bankrupt us all.