Nobody understands him kid, he's Gh0sted. 
Doesn't really give a rats-ass if you do.
His enemies and most of his friends fear him and
you probably should too.

We go back a long ways, been together a while,
that man called Gh0st and I.
You won't be the first or the last, many have tried
and I've watched most of them die.

Don't be fooled by his size, demeanor
or that ever-present twinkle in his eyes.
He's dispassionate, vicious and those
stories of cold-blooded murder aren't all lies.

We have certain things in common,
he's after all my best friend.
The silent blackness of space, art, music,
poetry, sports and an addiction to exotic women.

You don't remember your dad, do you? 
Uh-huh, you were still a baby, I didn't think so.
He was a good man, helluva fighter, 
who got the same idea many,many, years ago.

We were buddies, soldiers on the same ship, 
during those wars with the greys.
Gh0st flirted with your mom, your father 
made a challenge and paid with his life within days.

The entire crew gathered to watch. 
Two great warriors, locked in a ferocious death dance.
Your old man was bigger, stronger, faster,
but fueled by rage he never really stood  a chance.

Ten minutes later he was on his knees, wounded,
humiliated in front of his friends and his wife.
You could see the fear in his eyes, but he was
a proud man, wasn't going to beg for his life.

The tension was palpable, none of us seriously
thought the Gh0st would put an unarmed man to death.
His expression never changed, a single blow to the chest.
Smiling wryly as your father drew his final breath.

Nobody understands him kid, he's Gh0sted.
Doesn't really give a rats-ass if you do.
His enemies and most of his friends fear him 
and you probably should too.

He's been eyeing your woman huh?
Word to the wise.
Don't cross him son, don't you even try.
You're a lot like you're old man and
way too young to die.

every now and then a moment of truth...

Gh0sted  - copyright © 2001 Ahkenaton  All rights reserved