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Walking on sand
With a gun in my hand
Heading for houses
Lit by the moon
Short on supply,
I gouge out my eyes
And then fire blindly
Into the skies

Sick and so cold
My skin feels so old
I cough up my lungs
And spit out some blood
With Satan inside
I ride and I ride
From village to village
With God on my side

Frozen in time
An image of mine
One minute I'm here
And the next disappear
Who knows what I am
A demon or man
The marks on my back
Two horses in black

You won't be the last
See the trail of my past
A fitting demise
To a world I despise
You love and you hate
But me I just rise
From the ashes of man
With a gun in my hand

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