Scene Wars Frost Byte CiA Skills & frills you ponder the light sleeping on through the day preparing for night Eyes opening as the horizon shows the sun fall Feeling the machine tug at you hearing the drug call A burning sensation flowing over you with a friendly buzz Never learning its little secrets never knowing what it was A shadow to hide the marauder a sheath to hide the blade A smell of burning flesh a tortured body laid The addiction put the wanderer there to his final rest it is not questioned how well he did but known he did his best Time after time this shall be the scene Surfing the final frontier is it sacred or obscene