Beneath my skin creeps San Francisco 

In the dawn of an early quake

And the rising feeling of destruction

Means foundations are about to break 

I’m boxed in this corner by shadows

By a past that is still too bright

I aim to unravel the confusion 

Or at least tall obstruct it from sight 

Lurking in the corners of visions

Of fears too solid to mention

So huddled where I am in agony

I host the aching joints of tension 

As I brace for another onslaught 

I am the proverbial prey 

I feel you look at me for consumption 

And it seems such a high price to pay