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

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