Chronicles of the Winger (Lyrics)

Chronicles of a Winger

Have you ever felt the urge
to feed your shoulders through his hide.
And remember keep it low
to feel the tenderness inside.

Fly, dont play it passively.
clean the rucks and feed the line to
keep it flowing.
As I'm standing on the wings.
Setting up to seize chance to speed,
Don't slow me down.

I can't seem to find,
the essence fueling passion in my mind.
Though I fall behind,
just give me another chance to rectify,

and still we rise from the pain of dislocation.
if simplified, its just another wound succumbed to.

Utilize your speed and stepping skills to run around,
Trying hardest to stay on your feet to gain me ground.