Racing

Blinded by a light that fills the garden

making up stories past the state of early morning

peeling of sores

mute my heartbeat

drag through all too much heat

drama up in my feed

lately I'm in way too deep

got me racing charge

racing in the lack of lies

wish I had your heart

pillars roaming from my sighs

tongue-tied torture finds

me whenever I go out alone

she's washing over me

river making sand of thunder stones

oh, to fight is to defend

if it's not not tell me when

would you start up your engine

we're drifting stock cars

for, to loose I could accept

but surrender, I just wept

racing heart

shining like a start

I regret at this moment

deep breaking when we parted

breaking cars

now my engine's getting started

drive and fall apart

now, it's her own turn getting started

picking up the pace

she's so fragile me I've hardened

coughing up lung blood, heart strings

hang my heart on anything

mother to my off spring

singing Jesus is king

wound up, speeding fast

drifting round and round in dirt and filth

like a spinning top I shake before I brake and slowly tilt

puppy pupil shag

****ing up my mood like deep blue lace

do I want it back?

caresses from the hands with seaweed nails

looking

insta-sword

river making stones

back like vintage law

sword

back like vintage law

sword