| I'll wander down this road alone, sword in sheathe, loaded guns upon my hips, a mask besets my face. A trail of death is my path. The moonlight becomes my guide. I have nothing left but pride, and for her I search endlessly. And with smoke in lungs I rave, thumping the left over butt in the wind, as I take my leave. Fuck up, Bad ass, villian, hero, dubb me what ever you please. Because in this world without violence there is no ease. Across the earth I roam, over and under mountains, over seas, upon stones I sleep. This is where I know, I must go, deep into the unknown. Fly with the stars and pray with dry eyes. My scars are memories. Over the battle field I reign, soldier, warrior, murder call me what you wish, see me as you will. Its what I do. I must kill. Long hair in the breeze, free to cut down fools in my way, just to see if I can live through another day. |
