Strider

In an attempt to gain control
was forced to sell my soul
for a paycheck and a hole
in the ground
And that's where they found
what they thought was the sound
of my voice
silent and deadly was my choice
up and away in a silver Rolls Royce
Straight for the sun
cigarette in one hand the other a gun
Always somewhere to run
always more road
transmitting my unbroken code
finding someone to unload
this product I must sell
the Devil's own path to Hell
telling the secrets I'm not to tell
Putting in the ear
what no one wants to hear
filling Angels with fear
as they scream for the sky
gotta try
one more sigh
one more night
this highway sight
more bad feeling to fight
to keep at bay
the substance of which I can not say
forgot long ago how to pray
And what salvation would it be
from this wall between all of you and me
or some exile at sea
this fear on which you dine
though through no fault of mine
everything is fine
everything is fine