Annoying children breaking into your world on a stormy night
Are meant to die in the hour everybody knows that
It was a stormy night, she was a broken one
His face and hair were white, here comes the bloody one
Sayin' "The victim is never one. And the k**er's never alone"
They met like the wind meets the clouds
His bloody hands dripped as he walked
For two days none of them dared talk
They met like the wind meets the clouds
Third dawn came and she asked
What kind of?
The orange sky turned into black
The black sky turned into blue
Then the blue sky turned into white
"I usually k** women like you,
And go for a ride when I'm done"
Sixth dawn she knew was the last
His face was clear, his grin was dark
The moon was full and the knife was sharp
"Oh don't you beg or cry I won't be fast'
In the last breath she fought for she asked why
"I wanna go for a ride"
Before the throat bled she sighed 'why...
If not for the money, if not for the rape?"
To the flesh lyin' dead, he said:
"I ride the world. I ride the world for all the highway landscapes"
Highway landscapes