Look at these eyes Forming up Chinese skies Like blood matched red I'm shuttering Plans on deck keep muttering "I really want to record you... I really want to record you just like this" Fueled by love I'm hating these things that blame in bravery Tough guy lends a fighting hand to weaker men into his plan "I really want to record you... I really want to record you just like this" Weak men fall in! To a different class then he Armed with passion He can think here for himself