An orphan child walks and sniffs the air in an orphan forest everybody seems to whip him badly in this world of jealousy Hes lost in the sea of tears and cant confess that he still exists. He walks alone, hes as weird as a stone: He broke his needle and he cant crawl
(Love him!) He writes poems on a little red sheet showingem to his granny (rest in peace) he blows his mind, out in the fields, catching just empty space
Ride on - ride on - ride on - Ride on to liberation Ride on - ride on - ride on - Ride on to destination Ride on - ride on - ride on - Ride on to your own sensation Ride on - ride on - ride on - Ride till the music nation comes!
He builds a heaven on the top of his room forgetting the world outside Then one prick comes, showing some interest, saying: 'I can make you a big star' In his mind he climbs to the clouds, throwing rotten flowers into the holes of the ground So I ask: Who are you? Already leaving? Isn't there any time..?
Ride on - ride on - ride on - Riding the liberation Ride on - ride on - ride on - Riding the satisfaction Ride on...