Born with war on his face//
Soul on his head//
The lead was his sword//
The soil was home to so much blood//
The forest his comfortability,
Such a time to be alive, a time to run for the hills//
Elementary talk from pig headed desk men//
The yes men,
Into the badlands where the colors aren't accepted//
Freedom tested,
Stripped and applied with pressure//
It feels like the belts of Saturn have once again called for my existence//
To jump the galaxy with no fear//
To eliminate all souls of glass//
I'll be looking down when the sun falls//
When it all falls...