My Ground Brakes Clank

Know this running is around in a race
Interesting as no-thing
Know their rocking is a round interest
Fingering the contenders

Interesting, around in a lap
Taunting us with their clothing
And when I try to dress it up
It will walk into invisible trees

Interesting as hover craft
Foiling over with tinsel
Help the youngest to get their grope
When they walk into open

(It looks like my claw
Is tense and hot
As I stab your guilt
My ground brakes clank
Not yet, my flies
Your every care falls short
Murder clings forever)