Riding with You in the Rain is a Dangerous Profession
A fight is brewing and it’s windy out
Hair blows in your face but you’ve learned how to see through
And now rain falls from the sky
A drip down your face
The desire to ravage them like a hurricane on the coast
And now dark grey clouds the sky
Lightning in eyes
The world is swirling
You watch life leaving eyes
Twisted knife, hands curling when rigor mortis sets in like the snow
After deed is done
You feel the thunder grow further in the distance
But you still have to live with what you did
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