Bewildered, stunted now, staring half aghast
Hot on the demon’s trail, alone in his own past.
Ain’t got no regrets, he don’t, struck down on the road again,
Easy to meet a man when you’re nearer to the end.

Who could be so blind? In a brothel’s bed he stays
Why can she not see the things before her gaze?
In defiance here, a town of neither wrong nor right
All is empty now, frozen in the blight.

Under this load I see a world caught in vice
Vicious raids and savages, death comes dealing at a price.
Fair pay for rabid hands, hunted young and old