Cold rod
You're a little god
Fine plot
But a little odd
Scapegoat
With no time
And no bridges left to burn
Sweet rhymes
Never stop
Sisters
Of a melting top
In the year of
Running after
The shape of things
That are gone
Slices
Of a new frontier
Calling
For the engineer
Drowning
In a pool of beer
With no bridges left to burn
I feel like a streetcar
Without parking space
Broker
With a poker face
Can you still smile
At a lost trial
With no bridges left to burn?
