Sitting in the glare of the neon smoke Always mistaken for the light of hope Mourning in a lonely woman's eyes She's fallen one more time Feeling the
By black, we ride or so they say Our need for reason, their greed is paid Powers rumble for spiritual sway Paths are laid, then leaders stray It's right
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: By black we ride, or so they say Our need for reason, there greed is paid Powers rumble for spiritual sway Paths are laid then leaders stray It's