I pledged to ride till I die,
I m just a monster, no more deny,
Riding my stallion till the end of the horizon,
Carry a bottle of oak barrelled whiskey and my gun,
Left all of my acquaintances behind,
Cuz my true nature is coming out it’s very hard to hide,
My touch to their life destroying them,
I don`t belong here, should be residing in some demon realm,
The afternoon sun burns the skin, dries my lips,
Whiskey down my throat quenches my thirst and eases my trip,
Theres a fire inside me, consuming me from the flames of guilt, I feel alone but my true nature is hard to resist, Crossing towns after towns but cant find what I m searching for,
It’s not a ride for fun, nor a ride to explore,
Several months’ passed still searching for peace,
Can`t find in churches, nor while confessing to any priest,
The sky darkens and the horse slows down a little,
I got it my stallion needs to take rest, Damn! I feel like Dolittle,
Took a walk in the desert keeping my holster on the horse back,
Theres no one around, on wild animals to attack, A scorpion crawls out of the sand, I held the little creature in my hand, He stung me, but I didnt felt anything,
But the scorpion still trying to get his freedom but I enjoyed the feeling,
I know I sound like a freaking psychopath,
But the scorpion died in with my rough grab,
I turned over and saw my stallions eyes burning,
And he breathes fire and feels like he is roaring,
My skin caught fire but felt nothing,
It was hard to understand what I was becoming,
It feels like I m the cursed marked son Cain,
I m the devil I was searching peace in vain,
Cuz till eternity I will always deserve Pain
Maverick Wings 