The sun shows no mercy
The grains I tread despise my name
With set direction
I'll carry this load to the end
Flying above me in circles
I hear the vultures cawing my name
I feel their eyes upon me
Scarring my skin
By choice isolated
A nomad nods, then turns away
A few steps behind me
His halo got him after all
Flying above me in circles
I hear the vultures cawing my name
I feel their eyes upon me
Scarring my skin
I shout hey (Hey), you
What do you seek from an underdog?
You might have the high ground, I might be astray
You might be the hunter, out for a deadly prey