Ghost in the Darkness
I'm picking my teeth in the still moonlight,
Spitting out the bones of this town
I'm grinning like a lion
Because I found my pride again
All you hunters with your arrows and guns
thought the best of me was taken down
and as I lay in the grass watching the wind blow
I remembered what it means to be free.
You're not treading on my skin thrown
across your hardwood floor anymore
because I've gotten that fire back in my eye
and I'm the king of the jungle
forget your spears and drop those sticks
I'm tired of your trite mud huts and frightened fire chants.
I'm done with this town.
I'm standing on rock, head held high
and when I breath deep...
I roar like the sound of thunder.
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