Lyrics:

Star, Lord, Father
Give us strength to prevail
The vision is pure; I ain’t destined to fail
I was given the time
To carry the flame of the essence of song
But if you worship the dime
Get out of my way
You must be putting me on
Wind born warrior
Coming to grab your mind
From the grasp of Saturn’s kind
You smell of greed
Your smile is fake
And your heart is cold
What you need
From others take
You’d sell your mothers soul
We soldier on
Like the wheels they roll
Can’t take your spirit or mine
Let’s get it on
Dig a hole
You’d better kiss it goodbye
Wind born warrior
Coming to grab your mind
From the grasp of Saturn’s kind
If you try to stab my back
Listen what I say
You’ll be cast in the black
It’s your reckoning day
I’m not sure what you think you are
Steal and lie to get your fix
We all know who you really are
Be gone with all your idle tricks
Punk Crusher
I’m not sure what you think you are
Steal and lie to get your fix
We all know who you really are
Be gone with all your idle tricks
I’m the Punk crusher
Higher the risk
Greater the reward
Is what they say
Chase your past into the black
Get outta my way
I’m not sure what you think you are
Steal and lie to get your fix
We all know who you really are
Be gone with all those idle tricks
Punk Crusher
I’m not sure what you think you are
Steal and lie to get your fix
We all know who you really are
Be gone with all your idle tricks
I’m your Punk crusher