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Prominantly in the foreground maintains a lone motorcycle rider - Beneath the light of the moon I soothe your neck with a kiss. I feel the sting of your blood trickle onto my lips. You're so delicious, I taste your poison juice on my tongue. Infinity is killing me and you where we belong judiciously created atmosphere of foreboding disquietude with no pain Demon speed fast fade away in the silence of fascination scraping the edge of nothing This is Momentary damage into the high, drift me to the maelstrom. Motorcycle rider followed closely by haunting memories of death(skull) love lost(two ghostly figures kissing). Tracer streams of surreal light trails glow throught, giving the impression of momentum and speed of forward motion, perpetually thrusting forward into darkness and unknown, kinetic state of being iconic using the psychedelic art style of the vibrant Haight-Ashbury 1960's and 1970s style