The super flyers are down to go
they ask me, are you ready to blow this joint
I smile and nod with a wink
then utter just two words, too right

It's going to be a blast
we are going to choke on our ashes
this is our time and place
as we dry the day of madness

Oh it's going to get messy
so ****** messy in mayhem
we mean to tear the sky down
and write our names on the stars

It's a rip roaring venture of deceit
a embryonic payload of might
never a dull moment as we.....
dry the day of madness


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris