Riding hard, high in the saddle 

Winged steed of unwearing flight
Sweeping through air just like fire
Swift of the foot, great of might

Hear the screams (Ow!)
Feel the bite
We ride with death
Tonight

Here it comes
You better hide
Shoot the guns
You're gonna die

Conquering all, spreading terror
Hoofs gallop in thunderous pound
Devouring the souls of the wretched
Trampling them down to the ground

Gripping the reins of destruction
Made of steel on his hands
Holder of forces immortal
Slaughtering all in his path






There's nothing I hate more, than all these plastic people, 

With all there plastic promises, and all there plastic deals.
They just can't be themselves, and live their own lives out.
They're just an imitaiton of what life's all about.
Because of me you are who you are,
So sign your name and you'll go for.
I'm your friend: I think you should,
So sign your name, it's for your own good.
How many times have you heard this today?
Some boguns piss on saying "Let's do lunch babe."
For them this bullshit, that's their whole life.
Cut through their bullshit with a knife!
*Chorus*:
Imitation of Life!
OH! OH! OH! ANGER BURNS!
IMITATION OF LIFE!
Living out a lie, you'll never be right.
IMITATION OF LIFE!
WHY ARE YOU HERE? TAKING UP MY SPACE!
The new imperfect race;
IMITATION OF LIFE!
Still call him a friend.
Bands dress like women with hairspray and lace,
I'd pass an image law, stick it in your face!
Let's see how long they keep dressing this way,
Wearing this image twenty four hours a day!
CHORUS