Hire a gun and waste it
In the empty begging desert
As people die without a consequence
And your conscience is vacant
You just aren't to blame
Nobody did see you
There is no outlaw fame
There just are no victims
If they do not wonder your name
Try to stop your overflowing
Mind that races into the silence
And the sky it beckons
Your eyes that grow so ancient
And though we are so patient
We ask so much in time
Though many will obscure you
I'll leave it down by the river
You'll understand what you needed
Too late you say goodnight
And your conscience is vacant
You just aren't to blame
Nobody saw you
There is no outlaw fame