Broken everlastings, of a tired old dragon, Never broke his heart, but iced his knowledged mind,
I never met someone with mothering nurtured tastes, Everyone wants to ride the seahorse... Everyone wants to...
Communism lacks the furosity of the flame, My snake has its own cunning, My snake can breathe the breath of life, Friends, Nazi's, killers of the great beast,
Grasping the last, I turn to the northwest and bring the boringness to life, Borish brownies, have a reasonable taste, Break the final topic into...
Holding on to your last breath, I leave upon you the lacking, When it grants you the gorge, Summon upon yourself the final feeding.
I walk along an open highway, I turn to my left and see pastures of green, I turn to my right and see a path of wasted landfill, I look down and see the long and yellow line of the street
This is my party, This is my Fun, Which side to take, Which home to run
Can I take much more, Never knew how well, You take me away, From this endless Hell,
This is my party, This is my fun, Which side to take, Which home to run,
Once a madman, Always the lover, Slave to my hatred, Wrenched in the past,
This is my party, This is my fun, Which side to take, Which home to run,
I know this song has no connection to the wind, but I feel that somehow God talks to me through the Wind, and whenever I feel the wind against me I feel no hatred or pain, I hope God gives you some sort of satisfaction.
