Sometimes it takes only one word
Blink just twice to behold the rage
A good song only takes a chord
Like a bad one don’t take a page

Sometimes it takes only one word
And all else becomes new image
It may look like a little ford
But just its spark starts a rampage

It slips off the lips of wrecked hearts
The rest is a foretold story
With holes like a bar's board with darts
Its flame’s tongue burns with a fury

It slips off the lips of wrecked hearts
The rest’s the rubble’s to bury
All tongues come with their moving parts
But this one's story is gory