Trojan Legs

There's something of the stars Living within his rage Tracing the roots to his heart It's pumping in gasoline Your sentence was your denial Cheers to the dreams that remain dreams Lighting the path of destiny For that is half a way to deal with pain Or wrap your fingers around its neck Choke your failure to death Morph into the entity of your passion for gold There's something of the stars Living within his rage Tracing the roots to his heart It's pumping in gasoline Stabs the water day after day For gold time's the price you pay And in its wake arises a new fashion In its wake arises a new fashion In its wake arises a new fashion In its wake arises a new fashion In its wake arises a new fashion