Bounded by the middle of a dream,
Is it real or
Here I go and make my final stand,
Very far away
You been riding hard and you've
Seen the face of
Hangin'out on the street
with a face full of tears
and I
Oh so long, hide your faces from the
Sun,
From the distance
Hearts of stone with faces of
Angels,
Terrorize you with no soul.
You
Just a lonely hunter always
Searching for another prey,
Or another rival.
He'
Take off your hat, kick off your shoes
You know you
