A Ghost without a name

'8Masked riders unknowns who refuse to speak tools pulled in chamber locked. Caught in the snare of the eagle's beak. Mask on ready to ride George Bailey Donovan yard. Dogs out with no chain respect is earned in this game.

For the reason you live is that money you serve. Mortal target flesh with nerves Mortal target brain matter on the curve

I guess the reason these divisions seem to exist. It is the same reason we move from place to place. Searching for the easiest reason to be, the easiest reason to agree. the obvious reason is hard to see. the real reason is hidden in the deepest sea

like a cowboy I adventure through a place of no pity. Since ignorance is no excuse. This justifies all the physical and verbal abuse. This encourages a right to rebel. This motivates these victims to find their voice and yell

Mask on ready to ride. My hands are forced its dark outside. My hands are forced. They made us ride. Time has changed but hate remains. We are trapped inside this crazy game. We are forced to feel our greatest pain. learning to suffer in silence without pity or shame...to leave no trace like a ghost with no name.

Mask on ready to ride. its dirt but safe. Learning to live in the darkest place Mask on ready to ride. it's unfair but safe. with no way to defend its easy to win. Mask on ready to ride. don't run or hide. it's the game we play when we have to survive

Unfair system down for those who like to cheat You can silence my words, but these streets will forever speak