If blood could tell...
why is it dancing with fate
Playing my hand
killer
Is only from this angle
would you like to test that out?
with a grin to bear
Like a road warrior with no way could share
Yet optimism sweeps me blindly
That I paved the highways to my future
This steady locomotive
That is picking up speed
Is forcing instincts breathe
Every step must be two steps from authority
Momentum like a madmen never content
Throwing in suite and trash
Burning; lifting ash into the sky freed
picking up speed
must be two steps ahead
Travel one man journey
adventure sweeps me blind
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