Hey stranger

Hey stranger

You stocked here only for while

I hear you nervous breathing

I see your fear in the way you smile

Tell me stranger

Do you seriously guess?

Your scytheman give a damn

In wich kind of mask you dress

Yourself. Stranger

He’s always at your back

You can always have a chat with him

While he’s breathing at your nack

Imagine, stranger

What would you have to tell

If you would face him.  Maybe

Through a hole in a six-gun shell

Live just a mean of a life

Always live in a lie

What a sad and sick world

Which don’t even try