Black scarred and bleeding. From the lashes to my soul. I chose to stand my ground. Not to do as I was told. Thinking like mindless sheep. These people were my friends.
The war is over. The crypt we now taste. In the late 1900's, there is no human race. We split the planet with atomic birth. Man has died. We seal the urn..
Deep slumber awakened by sirens. I realize life's been thrown to the lions. What I saw last night, our city so fair. And to my horror, the bloody town square.
I ride alone, the wasteland that I cross. Will take another life, we'll take another loss. I feel the dry wind, dust is in my eyes. The arctic cold at night, the earth, it tells me lies.