The silver fox is leading me,
through a world both fresh and new.
...
And I say Rage.
Play your part on this earthly stage.
Never, no never, let yourself be caged.
...
Ecstasy moans from painted lips,
between the grinding of lustful hips,
...
I cannot help but want her,
I feel her running through my veins,
...
The journalists have gathered,
The horses breath scorches their feet.
...
Down Glasgow road the wind blows cold and the Scottish blood flows hot.
And time, it seems to slow, like the decaying of a rose.
...
The air is thick with crimson blood,
My eyes are crusted shut with mud,
...
Night Horror
The walls are whispering.
Horrors plauge my mind.
Deadly thoughts.
Blood, gore, pain.
Atheareal beings dance before me.
Demons of the midnight hour.
Terror holds my throat.
I awake.
Sweaty, scared, alone.
Take a drink, light a smoke.
And lay back into darkness.