It was midnight on the murder mile Wilson Pickett's finest hour I was walking towards the flashing smile of the Crystal Palace Tower past the big old church where the hands of God were stuck on lucky
Chrome construction, a lethal weapon. Unleash the beast, metal mayhem. We are the legion of the damned So strong with power in our hands In pride we ride the machine With a thousand horsepower we en
I, I am your burden I'm in your mind I made you mine You, you hear me whisper I make you choose what you decide Don't try to fight me Don't try to fight me I'm not your enemy Don't you ignore me Don
glistening in the snow the world carries on now I find the time has come the truth I face alone tell them they don't love you ask them if they care the coldness of their faces the burden they all bea
The distant echo - Of faraway voices boarding faraway trains To take them home to The ones that they love and who love them forever The glazed, dirty steps - repeat my own and reflect my thoughts Cold
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