Chasing Windmills Songtext
von Troubled Coast

Be done, unshackle feet from worldly cells.
Take heart, don′t buy their drugs or take their pills.
This world in form is like a king, whose sovereignty reins over us and our calamities.
And if he'd come down from his thrown he′d say, that you should look and act a certain way.
He'd say "
Get rich, go fuck, go smoke and drink," and then I'd clinch my fists and scream. "
I feel like I am chasing windmills, and fighting giants that I cannot see.
Dancing with the ghosts of relatives and dining with a pack of wolves."