Greasy Chain
Your caresses sticking like melted tape
Dirty you are
Greasy chain
Your caresses sticking
Like melted tape
You woke me at night
Bats from Hell
On a train we go
Nocturnal rails
I was not afraid
For I wanted something
A new playground
Hearts cold as ice
Getting nothing
No place
No regrets
Our thrills were loud
Cheap and dirty
Divine were our wicked ways
No Love
Always looking for something
To dip my mind with
Your eyes, your shrine
Your dresses
Just a greasy chain
I was dirty
Taught by the master
Bat out of Hell
Love is lovely
In a place like ours
However inept
To find it
Cold greasy chain
How hard it was to break
Slipping through my hands
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By Bazooka Teaches
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Bazooka Teaches
A regular Joe that is just surviving the struggle. Loves to write and is constantly fighting the forces of evil.
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