The Rider - Mustasch

I’m feeding, feeding my ghosts

They’re better then ever before

I’m speeding, speeding off course

I’m heading in to the unknown

Borders, borders are crossed

On my journey to know who I am

Memories turned into dust

I have missed my own history class

It’s a road I must travel alone

With a cargo I cannot unload

I am heading in to the unknown

I’m the rider

I’m feeding, feeding my hope

I am ready to cast off my load

Meaning, it’s time for a choice

While I’m idling at the crossroads

I’m dealing, I deal with the ghosts

I feel better then ever before

Mountains are crumbling down

As I speed from my past in the dust

It’s a road I must travel alone

With a cargo I cannot unload

I am heading in to the unknown

I’m the rider

I’m at ease, I’m at ease at last

I have survived

My own history class

This is me, I am my past

There’s no meaning to hide

The future is bright

It’s a road I must travel alone

But my cargo is under control

I am heading in to the unknown

I’m the rider