Baby, Grew Up With Some Fangs

Battling straight from the gate again today; flesh as Spirit neck and neck down time's back stretch ? Historia's Derby goo goo girls google boys; holding their collective breath While His child flys with golden wings transcending to grasp the sky.... Beelzebube's banshees clinging tight joculars night red rums plight the price ? Baby digging in taking all their sin; hitting stride on a midnight ride shifting gears To gather these tears ? Pulling away towards Love's, Holy Day tongues wagging big birds lagging.