Damien's Fire
Damien's fire.
Burns within.
The original sin.
The rockers taking.
In music making.
Loving the guitar.
Songwriting by far.
Playing for the ages
of fire breathing pages.
Unleashing lyrics beasts.
Strumming,
before those drums.
Of a life coming undone.
Rock on, Sinful baby.
Make the world go crazy.
Whip those asses,
playing hells desire.
Make them play
with Damien's fire.
Rock on, Sinful baby.
Make the world go crazy.
Whip those asses,
playing hells desire.
Make them play
with Damien's fire.
So, rock with us baby.
Make, this world go crazy.
We need nothing more.
Than sin at our door.
Play the deepness of the soul.
This burning that was stolen.
Licking over that spine.
Strumming on the shrine.
These dark times unwinding.
The instruments of lying.
Feeling the heat of searing.
The hearts time in bleeding.
Cut me with that knife.
Of loves sinful strife.
Rock on, Sinful baby.
Make this world go crazy.
Whip those asses,
playing hells desire.
Make them play
with Damien's fire.
Rock on, Sinful baby.
Make this world go crazy.
Whip those asses,
playing hells desire.
Make them play
with Damien's fire.
So, Rock with us baby.
Make, that world go crazy.
We need nothing more.
That sin at our door.
Copyright © Holly Bohto | Year Posted 2017
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