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
