Oh, time is short and the days are sweet and passion rules the arrow that flies.
The future for me is already a thing of the past - You were my first love and you will be my last
Crimson flames tied through my ears rolling high and mighty traps, pounced with fire on flaming roads using ideas as my maps.
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land where justice is a game.
How many times must a man look up, before he can see the sky?
I consider myself a poet first and a musician second. I live like a poet and I'll die like a poet.