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This track is a gritty blues-rock piece that offers a scathing critique of the emptiness in modern society, where efficiency and desire reign supreme.
The lyrics expose the contradictions of contemporary life: a world that prizes "profitable books" while discarding soul and wisdom as "trash," and people who believe they are free while remaining enslaved to the system. It likens those who have abandoned self-discipline to a "Naked King" leading a parade, draped in nothing but their own greed.
In the chorus, a powerful shout depicts a frenzied march driven by a coachman named Desire, who lashes out with a whip that forces the parade to run until death. The intense guitar solo channels a sense of restless frustration and the primal fear of coming to a halt.
The song shifts in the outro to a spoken-word style, asking softly, "Aren't you cold?" This final touch provides a sense of empathy for the solitude of a human stripped of vanity. While it is a sharp social commentary, it ultimately resonates as a soulful blues, offering a weary compassion to all those wandering through the same era.