A saint I will never be
Too long in the black of night...

My mood is black like the sky
Tears well up in my eyes...

Boots covered in dust and blood
Loaded six guns hang at my side...

Afrikaners create apartheid
Tormenting all others...

Rain tapping on the glass
Reflecting the storm outside...

Shadows of time are catching up with me
Icy fingers of darkness clutching at my soul...

I swim through the sea of life
Making my way along the reef...

Love is a feeling
Washing over me...

My brother from another mother
The cyber house mom is complaining again...

We do what we must
In order to survive...

Prince of Darkness sings of witches and black...
Ozzy grown old, a caricature of his past...

Because you asked...
Because you care...