I'm just a soldier marching with the passing mass

so Roc liberty watt?

It's like liquid pleasure
That drip in drops from the top of a mountain amounting to a fountain of you
or somthing
pumping in your veins that drives you around the track like life the game of shove this love like OJ and drink it 

My big black truck bumping like puck into nymyphs this synth is an ane
thnethiser 
a lifer, like 25 minds at the same time