Blinded by a light that fills the garden
making up stories past the state of early morning
peeling of sores
mute my heartbeat
drag through all too much heat
drama up in my feed
lately I'm in way too deep
got me racing charge
racing in the lack of lies
wish I had your heart
pillars roaming from my sighs
tongue-tied torture finds
me whenever I go out alone
she's washing over me
river making sand of thunder stones
oh, to fight is to defend
if it's not not tell me when
would you start up your engine
we're drifting stock cars
for, to loose I could accept
but surrender, I just wept
racing heart
shining like a start
I regret at this moment
deep breaking when we parted
breaking cars
now my engine's getting started
drive and fall apart
now, it's her own turn getting started
picking up the pace
she's so fragile me I've hardened
coughing up lung blood, heart strings
hang my heart on anything
mother to my off spring
singing Jesus is king
wound up, speeding fast
drifting round and round in dirt and filth
like a spinning top I shake before I brake and slowly tilt
puppy pupil shag
****ing up my mood like deep blue lace
do I want it back?
caresses from the hands with seaweed nails
looking
insta-sword
river making stones
back like vintage law
sword
back like vintage law
sword
Racing