The fighters fly above her spinning head
another mission made to hell and maybe back
their flight is fine
streaming vapour in the cold blue sky

My horse is a viper
a skin driver
she sings to the wind
with roaring tunes of attitude

We that fly have no meaning
we are just another dream
so please don't cry my love
for all is not what it seems

Oh to the glory
to the light within
and my humanity
truly is my sin


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris