like an old cowboy riding his horse
through the plains of the far west
he's free to leave life's burden behind
and like a child he lives at his best
his shield is the speed of action
to escape from gangster's traps
his gun is the best of the weapons
to keep safe his moral dilemma
but when he's spent all his shells
he's weak again
then he needs ammunition
to break the chains
that link him to his death
is the world a big game with no preset rules
kill and burn until you've reached success
if you go on the hill don't look for the fool
cause he's gone to beat Jesus at chess
where did our minds go and die
were they afraid of being mold by modern times
we lost them to not face our own truth
deaf mute and blind to ourselves
yes we are responsible for the slow death
of respectful societies
and of our lonely little Earth