My 16 locked and loaded All fear has been aborted You say the words and my weapon is drawn This one could be my last time Some people call it war crime...
I follow the Moskva Down to Gorky Park Listening to the wind of change An August summer night Soldiers passing by Listening to the wind of change The world is closing in...
Mind over matter Does it matter to any of us? Don't change the subject I'm heavy on your love I missed that train New York City, it rains Fly to East L.A...
Never feared for anything Never shamed but never free A life that healed the broken heart with all that it could Lived a life so endlessly Saw beyond what others see...