Bruce Dickinson

I see the scars of action all writhing round your face
Too much inactivity and homes a lonely place
Throw away your beauty cos you know that it wont last
Throw away your present, youve been living in the past
Cmon, take a trip with me
Across the bridge of lunacy
Fire up some beast and ride the skywaves
Ive thrown away my images, theyre all so distant now
Discovery was a stranger then, welcome to my house
Whatever demons torture me, I love them like a friend
Nothing lasts forever but the certainty of change
Id rather move around and be
Than figure out life and what it means