Iscariot's Dream - Dead Kosmonaut

You’re riding down the highway

The wind is blowing through your hair

You leave it all behind you

Riding wild and free, yeah

You hunt relentless

The feeling to be free

You hunt relentless

A search for inner peace

No longer chained and shackled

The loss no longer apply

Your spirit can’t be imprisoned

Nothing holds you down

You hunt relentless

The feeling to be free

You hunt relentless

A search for inner peace

You hunt relentless

The feeling to be free

You hunt relentless

A search for inner peace

When you’re going nowhere

Half the road is full of hoze

You’re out of money and credit cards

And your fuel is running low

And your drugs have run out of kicks

And you’re on your own

There is only society

Nothing else but you and me