Rhyme, Rhyme a Dime

        A Music Poise, a fist of Blood

        The fire of the Hot heat


        Time, Time time after time

         Your Red Love strikes me like a Sword

         The Smoke of red

         The Power of Gold Rust

  

         The Engine starts on time

         The Break stops
      
         The keys you hold are Red

         The Power of the Car leads my Skin to Dust.


                    
          My Heart Bleeds Red, but God. . . . . . . . .

          I wish I Knew

          I wish I Knew

          You were the Gasoline

          The Power behind the Fire