They reached out with stilettos in their hands
No fear of whatsoever for Christ’s sake they felt
They chased us all the night and harder we ran
Out of sight when we were out of our breath
We swore revenge and assigned our foe
The curse of being destroyed by my Tornado
Make hay while my Tornado Rests
Time is short, give life your best
While My Tornado Rests
We were made what we never thought to be
You lived by the rule of the axe forever killing us
Still taking it all in our stride we hoped for peace
Now the time has come to give you some of our stuff
To spin you around and berserk you go
You’re the fuckin enemy of my freakin Tornado
Make hay while my Tornado Rests
Time is short, give life your best
While my Tornado Rests
Take a Holiday while my Tornado Rests
Time is short, strengthen your fists
While my Tornado Rests
Be on your way while my Tornado Rests
Time is short, you got to pass the test
While my Tornado Rests.
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Gray is a color shade between white and black; having a neutral hue - This blog is dedicated to staying neutral. Its often used to describe dark, dismal, or gloomy - You are welcome to think. Gray also is dull, dreary, or monotonous - If you may wish to think so. Having gray hair pertains to old age -mature. Gray is what the educated are, gray is what we are finally evolving into...and though i am not in love with gray ..I still can't hate gray.
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- If I actually wanted you to know about me I would have tried to do something else. I am a music lover err..a rock and heavy metal lover. This blog is to highlight a few things I notice, a few things i think and a lot of things that the reviewers might want to say about.
2 comments:
'be on your way while my Tornado rests!' - beyond b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l!
TY..
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