Marshal Soul - Banshee

Blue is the color your skin fades to when there's no pump up,
Blood through your veins or your heart when you've got no love.
Trouble is looking for someone to drain; the rattle does roar when there's something to gain.
Was it the shove that done did that man in,
Or the lady who came and blew in with the wind?
Isn't it crazy?
Oh, to the one that'll drag you down.