A lone hand bursts
From under
Ground
Shakes off the ash
Shakes off the
Sand
Grey dust and snow
Cover the
Eyes
No need to see
What was left
Behind
No more wealth
No more glory
Can't outrun
Your memories
Where's a road
There might be more
Dead man's dance
Just go forth
Further you ride
Less you can
See
What was before
What ceased
To be
All that was gathered
Nobody
Owns
Simpler ambition
To survive
Alone
She's holding a knife
Shakes in her
Hands
Brief glimpse of past
Familiar
Face
It isn't her
It couldn't
Be
Random encounter
Step back and
Leave
Shaking knife
You gotta take that chance
What's lost now could be found
What will you do?
Hold on, man
What if it isn't her
Now no one is a friend
She'll cut you up
Why this should
Even matter to you
Is there a reason for
You to survive
After all
These years and what you've done
Will you try to be now
What once you were
World may have changed
The human has
Not
Organic mess
Composed with
Thought
Each one of them
Strains to
Survive
Synergy of both
Forged a different
Drive
Dust soars behind
Reinforced
Wheels
Leaving the smell
Of gas and
Steel
Who's that vague shape
Or are there
More
Is that the same
One from
Before