Patched up that torn rag around your waist.
You're a free man now - look the part.
Sweat soaked and sun blanched
Once, you smiled upon a distant sunrise.
Now, your mask obscures your true intent.
I am the fire that lights the dry fuse.
Get in their faces, and rip the silver spoon right out their mouths!
Your step is light and your ferocity unbridled
Dark as the coming evening.
Rotten as your soul.
