Riding the barren terrain long and hard, dust flying, road running, the wheels of a dragon spin on. This is the here and now brothers and sisters, and we take what we want when we want it, for certain. Don't give us the shove or we'll make meat of yas! Cool. Composed. Cats on the prowl, hot as the city night, breathing fire from our bellies, smoke rolling from our souls. Don't look, don't touch. We run this road on grease and violence baby, and it comes rushing with force; savage and cruel, heavier than a death in the family.
Dig on sweet babies, dig on!
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