Music is the soul You can hear it in the rubber sneakers The fogginess of this song Finished by the word of you
Ever been left out The lights that can create the betterment of time I've been with you a while Time and time again Time and time again The raining Tokyo streets Of Yakuza blood Encompassing the violence of a surrendered throne Imagine if we have crime As the criminal lords uncover the conspiracy of double-crossing duplicitously addressed woes