The Foreplay Tour



Chokers made out of promises
spitting forbidden prophesies
they're following every rhyme
I'm screaming every line
everytime the light flickers I see empty spaces
everytime the light's dimmer I see countless faces
Passion's crazy I remember why I started this
Giving lessons on lessons I've scarred my fist
Paper's flying everywhere, everything stops a bit
I loose myself at the beat and throw them fits
They're getting to know me, the franticness
But I don't feel naked and the sky is lit.

Last call, I'm flying out with my last dime.


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