You don't have to be afraid of looking into my face. We've done nothing to each other that time will not erase.
Take me disappearing, through the smoke rings of my mind, down the foggy ruins of time.
There are a lot of places I like, but I like New Orleans better.
There's a wall between you and what you want and you got to leap it.
People do whatever they want to do, y'know.
Crimson flames tied through my ears rolling high and mighty traps, pounced with fire on flaming roads using ideas as my maps.