Greyhounds hunt me on a cold wild night
As a Full Moon howls my name
The Clouds then covers and hides my deeds
While a spear thrusts through their mane

Dark those hands that i have played
But life played darker still
And While my time would eat away,
My soul,I'd forever kill...

The mite turn dust,and Ashes to rest
A heart that's made of wood
And When the fires would spit the hate
The Gods Shall have my blood to taste
Some blood to taste...

Crippled thoughts on crutches run
In a brain that is dead again
And through the haze and mist and rain
I ask for my Cocaine....