Redline

In the thrill of the thunder
Ride on
Hunt for meat and for plunder
Hunting your hunters
Odd scent, as if caught between other shapes
The rings on your tail, like colors of wind
Cunning and power belies a small frame
Ride out the storm like a leaf, like a wing

Their world's redlining
Don't get caught in the riptide
Your power's redlining
Keep it on the inside

In the thrill of the thunder
Chase, ride on the wind
Hunting for meat and plunder
Hunt to discover
Odd beast, not quite like what they all became
Showing teeth, arching back, bare mid-air threat
Cunning and power belies your small frame
Hold onto the things they hope you'll forget

Their world's redlining
Don't get caught in the riptide
Your power's redlining
Keep it on the inside
Their world's redlining
Don't get caught in the riptide
Your power's redlining
Keep it on the inside

Ride, Fly
Don't be caught in the riptide again
Don't get swept on the world's tide with them
Keep your strength inside you
Don't let the storm become you

Or what would you become then



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Kresta
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