Motherlode

When I turn the lights down low

And look into her wires, I'm there.

Tuning the circuit board, and sensing

Pulses of electricity 

Making waves with my eyeballs.

When she turns the nights to rain

Crushed beneath her feet, I'm there

Circuit boards for eyes and tuned up

Honed in to the motherlode

Tune the waves to armageddon.