Spiral

Down the spiral.  
The moves I make appear to go viral.  
Lemme shimmy on the high-low.
Packing highland rocks like Biffy Clyro.  
High road.  
 
My vote is to those who end life on a high note.  
Fight mode.  
Let it sink to the core of the match. I’m a pyro.  
 
Maniac on crack. Fried from the hair-line down to the sack.  
Lemme check.  
Yeah, seems blacker than a color inverted cracker while preg.  
 
My brain feels cloud-synced like a genius.  
My plane sours route-hinged like a Prius.  
Assigned to asylum, ranked to take us.  
Like a gang of wolves we howl Amadeus.  
 
Serenity never appeared to be a fan of me.  
Crack my humble sanity over the head  
like a grade-A spelling bumble bee.  
 
Tumbleweed is the best I can roll you see?  
 
I guess that’s the best it’ll get for me.