Riding a dark steel
horse
waiting for a new prey
I stay in the eye of
the storm.
Victims of a strange
fighting,
here they are, slaves
in a stolen time
I smile and see them
walking.
Saturday, there’s no
other way,
I’m gonna take the
streets,
that is all I need.
Sidewalks, filled with
blurred ghosts
a foolish gang of
wandering souls,
looking for success in
the deepest hole.
That’s ok, nothing more
to say.
I feel my fears have
gone
it’s the same old song.
Streetlights, drilling
in the night.
This is a cruel
battleground,
so many shadows living
in the head of a hound...!
Riding a dark steel
horse
waiting for a new prey
I stay in the eye of
the typhoon.
Victims of a strange
fighting,
here they are, slaves
in a stolen time
I smile and see them
crying.
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