Braced against the trench Hand clutches the wound Crimson flows
Nowhere. That¹s my new name since I left town Freeways.
How much power do we really have?/ And can we
"If it get's you anything it's nothing, and what's there
One dead is enough blood on our hands, but who
Answers they preach Wasting their time No second chance To
It¹s come that time again The signal is the snowfall
Like freshly tilled red shale from jersey The mind splinters
I, the drifter, wandered through the marketplace when the Queen's
When I grew up and went to school, they stuffed
I¹m running home so I won¹t miss my Optimus Dinobots,
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