(dylan)

Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rolling high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
We?ll meet again soon I said
? ? ? me heated brow

Ah but I was so much older then
I?m younger than that now

Half ? ? ? prejudice leaped forth
Break down all hate I scream
Lies at ? is black and white
Spoke from my skull I dream
Romantic flanks of musketeers
Foundation deep somehow

Chorus