Here come greetings from the fires of dusk
From all the places you never dared to walk
You never saw the silent battle zones
Beneath towers and beyond your gardens
Was born a walker Into this world I walk
And what's to miss about the old ball and chain?
Imaginary top of the food-chain
ways I found more truth in a cheap bottle of wine
I found more life by a burning barrel
Was born a walker
And so away
I walk Was born a walker
And this world I stalk
Run by my friend If you think you are free
Duck my friend, and cover If you think you are safe
(What if our mission is...)
(What?
What?)
Here come greetings from the fires of dusk
From all the thoughts you never dared to think
From all the choices you'll never dare to make
Just a postcard from ground-level and below
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