♬ ⒼⓇⒶⓎ _ ⓈⓂⒾⓉⒽ ♬ (iceicles)

I can feel the heat closing in, feel them out there making their moves, setting up their devil doll stool pigeons, crooning over my spoon and dropper I throw away at Washington Square Station, vault a turnstile and two flights down the iron stairs, catch an uptown A train.