Grab the bull by the horns
The old adage goes
So fucking
Blow those words out the back of your
Chariots clashed in the dead of night
Subversiveness clouds the
Go...
A rush of blood
To my head
Leaves me
You 're always looking back running from the past
You
Resolute a stance of defiance
Always teetering on the brink
Marching along
Like a good soldier does
I’m setting sail
Standing on the edge
Battle in my head
I’m dying
All walled up
I can taste the winter
I would
It begins with a dark glowing ember
Something black burning
Bang!
Explosions in my head that just won’t quit
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