The ghost is to be seen but he is never reached :
there you heard a grin, here you felt a pinch,
something in the air just tells you he was here
- wandering on a hill - hidding in mournful holes.
Healing his wounds, he keeps his hear on the ground...
D'you see that strange indian with no past and no land ?
As I understood, his intentions are good,
he comes out from the woods,
he has a strong will under a straight hood and he goes :
"you hear my voice 'cos I was mould into a warrior
- I have no real choice but to use sharpened words as a razor.
I'm the perpetrator of something resounding
and to properly vanish,
my task needs to be accomplished.
I wish my dreary history could have been thown overboard
and that shitty despair wouldn't flow in all my words
but I'm on a mission,
I won't throw down the shield nor the sword,
no reddition 'till I dismembled every sarg' of the horde."
Life ain't just no toss :
prior crimes should be endorsed.
Never pay attention to the cost,
walkin' with death's horses !
No remorse...
Forget your god damn wrath
- focus / swallow.
In the limbos the loneliest path is a decent one to follow.
Prepare for war with arrows and a bow
in a world of liars where the honnor has gone low.
Away from the shows
- no boose / no joint / no straw.
Unrelevant bounds and habbits are leading to a fucking hollow.
Nothing for ever is sealed :
every secret must be revealed.
You ain't lonely,
this madness ain't yours to carry.
No past / no future,
only your breath and your blood pressure...
Stop waisting your time
'cos outside the sun shines...