Supernatural Outlaw Of The Cosmic Void

Outside, feet going in the wind
 Garret, rob it, a ray gun thief
 Run for your life feet on the ground
 Master of resorb so let it bleed
 Outside, not arise
 Gallant, a saywer, and he'll cut a better stripe
 Blood lake, no destruct
 Bloody alligator gotta pricket free
 Out of the way the rhinal way
 Lies to live this talent way
 Lotta rivals strike and pray
 Auto lift and lie
 Staring far away
 Stars fall sideways
 Waking again
 See the sky rage
 You cannot kill him with ghosts
 Cite the hoard, demon green
 Hanging, depending on nothing ever been
 Out of line middle age
 Dig it got it loaded truck
 Last flight, never gain
 Head spinning, what was in that thing
 Death flight, lying to the right
 Croydon, and I have got another day
 Out of the way flies of grey
 Fire the engine right away
 Get in line, the bluffing road
 Bitter toss today
 You cannot kill him, they're falling around him,
 and bounding right off him
 These things just trail him are ghosts!
 Out of the window you can feel him
 Out of the window you can see him; you can be him
 You cannot kill him with ghosts