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
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 5:18 AM UTC
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
