Thru the darkness of future's past, the magician longs to see.
One chants out between two worlds, FIRE, WALK WITH ME.
We lived among the people. I think you say... convenience store. We lived above it.
I mean it like it is, like it sounds! I too was touched by the devilish one--
tattoo on the left shoulder. Oh, but when I saw the face of God, I was changed.
Took the entire arm off. My name is Mike... HIS name is BOB.