Sand is in my future
Death is in my past
They call the mad wand'rer
They only want whats fast
Bound to a V8 rocket
I hope i will survive
Speed is their religion
Mayhem is their drive
Have i lost my mind?
No margin of sanity to measure against this time
I wallow in the madness
My home away from home
For now i am their prisoner
Our destination unknown
The cold steel of my sawed-off
Will grace my hands once more
My freedom will be there demise...
Impending death captors of mine
In time...
Break the chains and get away
Done before, another day
Dislocate the joint your free
My weapon awaits
Buckshot decapitation, two barrels of your salvation
Die...
Repossessed I'm finally free
The interceptor welcomes me
I'm gone...
Sand is in my future
Death is in my past
They call me the mad wanderer
How long can nightmares last?