Im waiting for you
Sharpening blades
And the table is full
Of weapons and tools
Im starving for you
In a plane with no shades
And your friend was a fool
Fall in like stupid cliche
You're a death star
On a musle car
Driving so far
To get me
When do we collide
Like a black and white
Color 3 is red vine
Or bloody river
When do we ignite
To fuse and smite
And hide day light
In a smoke delight
Last cigarette
Falling in sand
From a tatooed hand
Starting the race of end
With gun and fuel
In a black appeal
You're coming to kill me
Willing
With the engine screaming
The glasses glittering
The thoughts were disappearing