the mass would never understand
how the myth eats at my soul
who could ever lend their hand
to warriors who never had control?
hold the cig
and relight
just to fire your night
the masses could never get it
how we journeymen always roll on
wading through the worlds bullshit
so at the end honour shall come
chinky chink
to one more drink
lets numb what we think
like you could ever know me
those lips wont get you closer
i know you deserve an apology
only can i belong to our leveller
another stop
another place
keep running to my endless race
