Look at these eyes
Forming up Chinese skies
Like blood matched red I'm shuttering
Plans on deck keep muttering
"I really want to record you...
I really want to record you just like this"
Fueled by love
I'm hating these things that blame in bravery
Tough guy lends a fighting hand to weaker men into his plan
"I really want to record you...
I really want to record you just like this"
Weak men fall in!
To a different cla** then he
Armed with pa**ion
He can think here for himself