Blinded by the light that shines on my head
Early morning fright: I can't smell the homeland
Which I cannot withstand
Wounded old guitar that no-one played on
I wish I had a cigar, I don't want to smell the freedom
I don't want to be my own God
Found My raven dead on the floor
It's not soaring high, not anymore
My crown has fallen down for sure
I feel my youth has washed ashore
Eaten by the dark, dirty moonlight
Sinking dusty ark is freedom smells like
There's no one here to shine a light
Never see my real might
Never be quite right