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
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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