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When I came to ask, they said that love is for the kind

Few know the boundaries to where I‘ve set my mind,

Few, I least of all, know the direction of this fate,

Few like me came crashing down the brimstone gate

I am the engine with the torque unmatched, I know the toll,

Hauling gasoline in sips out of a filthy hole

I need your juices until the last drop that remains,

You´ll need more than words to put this tank in chains.

Woman get me off (this restraining order)

Nothing more but another take on the ram at a foreign border

Woman get me off (this restraining order)

Give me this night to hear your breath becoming shorter

I am the engine drinking like the dawn would never come,

Towing parts, corroded carriages, a loaded gun,

To blast its load on many a fragile soil,

Gimme yours, and I´ll take you with me down to hell and back