The soldiers are gone and I'm left alone. I'm lost in this big desert of lost souls. My feet are stucked and my troops are passing by with nothing to do to stop it. The darkness of the sky is beginning to arise and my soul is screaming for leaving.
My feet are beginning to move, but I got no place to go now. I'm a red eyed foreigner walking down the road the nowhere. The road where my memories are my weakest strength, and my only company. I have to use them to keep on going, and although I don't know where my path will take me, the faith for a reunion keeps my doobie lightened. I know I'll always find them above the clouds tripping in the highness of our soul.