Kingdriver, ride with me, sing across the wind

Kingdriver, die for me, rise and ride again

Like two hosts on a white night, screeching towards the bloom

A certain death will carry us, two angels, skirt our doom

Kingdriver, live with me, our chests will rise to meet

A hail of bullets sure to find their mark in hearts so sudden, deep

A closer friend I could not have, Kingdriver, you know it’s true

A man might live, but never live, till ruin takes its cue

Kingdriver, I’m wasting precious hours on things that have no use

Let’s ride on out to Eden, with our lives, and hurl abuse

At all the single moments, that we’ve squandered in our youth

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