Velvet Vengeance

I've seen how the smoke wraps the night in a whisper Tires paint the silence in hues of deep purple Night's pulse racing wild, engines scream in the distance Repenting through drifts, too fast for existence My brain holds the key to forget or remember But sometimes the thrill leaves no space for the tender And if I should spin, it's the path I have chosen Desire's a beast and tonight it's awoken At least in this chase, my thoughts find their suspension But sometimes the exhaust tells my hidden confessions