Spending my days like a caveman Hunting for flesh in the waste Sharpening bones, Grinding the stones The quest of the outback revealed
I was born by the wind Raised by the storm By the clench of a fist And the will t prevail
Blazing my way through the desert Digging for the gold in the rough Instinctive commander, Guiding my trail My rivals they're tumbling as one
The race of humanity's Counting on me A bastion of virtue and might The weight on my shoulders Is heavy to take Dystopian future awaitsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
