The moon in the sky
    A feeling of fly
  The corona ever bright
This feeling oh-so-right
   The message would appeal
    If they would just get real
     Cuz my ambitions pouring
    I've got no time to ****
   The essence at my feet
  The pulling at my head
The provocations as I sleep
The pounding in my bed
  Life was good when I was lost though  
found I find it better
    Back to the old days when music was good and there was no need for the crimson sweater
   I try and try I must succeed
there is  no other choice
  I will be heard, I will be spoken,
power will be my voice
Business made, money conquered,   passions sliced, that won't suffice
  The breath of the dead are filled with ice
  The passion of the flame ain't nothin nice
Play....and get burned