Entrap me in this lunacy
I think I've gone mad! Hell
I am up to splinters, here
This concrete in my vain
Hears a call
South Wrest keeps burning
There was nothing to explain
I see those words you're making
Don't carry any weight
Here we are
The heart keeps beating me
Like a drum
There's nothing left to prove
Fear runs
And all we're going to do is
Ride, Pale Ryder
I believe in this desertion
You should cheer up, while you can
'Cause nothing seems to let me down
Like strangers I call friends
Here we are
The heart keeps beating you
Like the drum
There's nothing left to prove
Fear runs
And all we're left to do is
Ride, Pale Ryder
Fear the lust
Fear the lust now
Gira, Gira me'
Gira me', Inanna
Gira me', Gira me' ya
Right! Round! Down!
Pale Ryder
Yeah, Yeah
This heart is burning right
Yeah, Yeah
You'll see them running 'round
Yeah, Yeah
These fields are burning down