Renegade

He came from far, just a man on his own
Now he has no word for his country
Wearing dark clothes and a gun by his side
Weapons as long as his password
Time's passing by as his life's taking place
Battles have just the same title
Circle of life, three miles off the way
No turning back game is over
Hiding from life and agony that chills his heart
Blindness, confusion and loneliness
Tearing him apart
Renegade, renegade, cease your anger
Renegade, is it too late to alter
Days turn to night as his madness goes on
Year after year without splendor
He spills his life like clear water on sand
Traffic his soul, so the world laughs
Hiding from light and agony that chills his mind
Using his gun every day of the war
He's blind, blind for life
Renegade, renegade, cease your anger
Renegade, is it too late to alter
Renegade, renegade, dungeon's calling
Renegade, it's too late you have stopped living
During the hell you call life
Now it's your time, turn wrong ways to right
Go, leave gun on the table
Outlaws got claim to these feet and the crown
Morons, they don't need to bury man
Hiding from light and agony that chills his mind
Using his gun every day of the war
He's blind, blind for life
Renegade, renegade, cease your anger
Renegade, is it too late to alter
Renegade, renegade, dungeon's calling
Renegade, it's too late you have stopped living
During the hell you call life