Author: Paul Casey

evidence of time gone by they don’t know why

red means run son numbers add up to nothing

must not stop at all costs our beloved rolling stock

there i discovered the uncovered truth ruth about the blue in you too

there it was just like that around the corner a view to remember a lake in november or was it september

the tower bearing the brunt of the beast reflecting the heat fleeing feet on the street seeking shelter and peace

they missed her she whispered a kiss like this she wished for

run drive faster it’s alive no time to die run

we gazed at the early sun breakfast warm though on the run anticipating day of fun

they fell from the gates of hell cast dark spells and poisoned the well

he’ll be here she tells us while buses in memphis cuss the blasphemers senses