Burning campaign

Don’t start something you cannot finish
My head is screwed on backwards and I’m feeling squeamish
But the night is still an infant with big moons for eyes
Crying for attention and I’m here aren’t I?

I’m in the mood for something real, something unforgettable
I’m starting to figure what is all about, I’m putting it all on the table
What’s it going to be? You ready to spread those wings?
I hear the ruffle of your feathers, loud and clear it rings

I feel the fire in your tongue, state your campaign
I’m behind you 110 if you’re willing to keep the pace
For the love of God and all things holy, give me something to believe in
Because this life is a shadow of all the things we’ve been dreaming


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