I got skills I honed in the hunt
surviving those who came before to shoot me down
but the better I got
the more came gunning for my blood
tunes old and new blasting my hearing
helping me stay in the fight
helping me burn for life
firing left
firing right
every trick I have I am using tonight
twisting turning the sky is burning
hit one
hit another
bandit blows into a smokey cloud
still some get thru
and trailing smoke I am too
too many on me now
totally defensive and losing the fight
still sun above
but below its night
and slowly I'm going down out of the light
rage burns fierce
but the reaper is my rear
fight I have
and fight I will
I will not go quietly into that lack of light
still my sight is waning
now I know the banshee's screaming
and why none can bear their unearthly calling
another 'shee tonight may be born
RMR, 10/ 16/ 2005
