A Gangsters Passion

Like dead-end love letters

My words scatter in the wind

Like black rose petals

They’re trying to shake us down

With the rest of these fools

Racing in a panic

It’s a lost cause

Time is consuming us all

Pan’s playing his music

The masses march to his beat

I’ve been pulling my weight

To a different melody

In my heart, I felt your sorrow

In the middle of the night

Alone walking home

Looking over my shoulder

Praying I don’t get shot

Where gangs of devils

Kill one another

In their own filth,

poor souls crawl in the ghettos

I’m painting a portrait

Of passion and guilt

Betrayal and war

Like The Iliad

Helen of Troy

So, let’s ride

Like lightning and thunder

Joined together

I’m here to tend to your needs

Gentle as a breeze

And cover you up

With unconditional love

Belly Of The Beast