Drawn down this urban stretch
bordering on a glide,
she is dispensing with nothing
and she pretends to gauge it all,
she is delivering messages
as steady she goes, straight as a line
all for me, all for me.
I drink the jaunt, and
abandon my control of the fury
to strafe the night, and
just to relinquish my own resolve
I bide her time and set free
the devil in red, who does it
all for me, all for me.
She yields to no one, and
stops at nothing,
if I keep her steel heart full
and vow to give her each beat of mine
then she will lay waste to those
foolish enough to cross our path
all for me, all for me.
11.05.2007
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