CRIMSON ECHOES Lyrics

Black lace on my jacket, and my vans grip the street (grip the street)

Echo through the alleys where the dark and light meet (dark and light meet)

Cuffed jeans, chain swingin', as I ride on my board (ride on my board)

Guitar riffs and heavy drums, that's the sound I adored (sound I adored)

Skatin' down the boulevard with shadows in my wake (in my wake)

Lowrider bikes gleaming, this vibe you can't fake (you can't fake)