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ArtistThe Dark Side of the Moon and The Mind Parasites
Moon’s gone black beyond the range, coyotes cry alone.
Back behind the barn, the mind parasites have grown.
They whisper through the sage, wearing borrowed names.
I saddle up at sunrise, ride straight through their games.
No ghost can rope my spirit, no shadow steals my dawn.
The darkside fades behind me as I keep riding on.