Eagle

Somewhere in the distance
hiding in the the grey
the madman senses hunger
already looking for its prey

Once you are spot by his radar
he's on the nose dive
face your meanest enemy
finding you instinctively
merciless and ruthless
in his urge to survive

Postmodern satellite spy
lust feeds the white in his eyes

Forever he's a loner
a schizo his best friend
turning round in circles
hunting high and low
across the land

7. Born To Ride