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 class then he
Armed with passion
He can think here for himself