Mask on Heart calm Street hums I’m gone (shh) Chrome glints under the desert moon, Engine hums a heavy metal tune. Gringo ninja, fade in the night, Boots on gravel, no streetlight. Name in a whisper, cash in a fold, Barcode scars on fingers of gold. Leather vest and the kickstand up, Dusty roads in a chipped-bone cup. Cross at the corner, hands in my coat, Language of danger written in code. I move like a rumor, never in frame, You see the damage, never the name. Arizona nights, the sky’s on fire, Twirling wood on a burning tire. Biker soul with a ninja’s grace, Cutting through time and the open space. Mask on, moves in darkness, Strikes in silence, you won't see me coming. Cactus shadows and the valley heat, The blur of wood and the heavy beat. Striking fast like a diamondback, On a two-wheel beast on a one-way track. No mask needed, just the open road, Living life in a combat code. Ghost in the hallway, dust on the floor, Footprints vanish right at your door. Cold steel tucked under this jacket, Promise I made, I gotta back it. Arizona nights, the sky’s on fire, Nunchuck rhythm in the cool night air. Catch the spark if you even dare, You won't see me coming. Pray for forgiveness, but not a sign, Only my outline crossing the line. Gringo ninja, shadow in the margins, Mask on, mask on, moving through the silence. Arizona nights, the sky’s on fire, Mask on, moves in darkness. Biker soul with a ninja’s grace, Strikes in silence, you won't see me coming. Nunchuck rhythm in the cool night air, One breath, one clean target. Arizona nights. The Gringo Ninja. Shadow on the black. Mask on. Spinning till the sun (shh).
