The Struggle - Galactic Cowboys

Cover my eyes, too bright for night

Path that I run, too small for some

Take a step and try to walk, I fall

Plant my feet and try to stand

The struggle never ends

Chains made of flesh, shackles of death

Peace to my right, Spirit of life

Just a slave to something I can’t stand

It’s gonna kill me, kill the inner man

Like a pyre burning up and down

It’s gonna burn this temple to the ground