Mange

Take a breath and hold it

Bigger guns are on their way

Onward, bite the bullet

Break a cycle of mistakes

The God of Heaven will lift you up but

Those wild dogs will tear you limb from limb

All the doors are bolted

There's no chancing an escape

Window shopping for a life of dancing in the rain

The God of Heaven will lift you up but

Those wild dogs will tear you limb from limb

You got something to say? You better speak for yourself

You keep your hand on the trigger

You've gotta pull back the finish line when they're on the move

I never pegged you a quitter

You got something to say? You better speak for yourself

You keep your hand on the trigger

You've gotta pull back the finish line when they're on the move

I never pegged you a quitter

Two roads diverged in a pitch-black wood and

Another fork between you and your velvet sins

You got something to say? You better speak for yourself

You want to wash this fist down with some iced disdain?

A soliloquy of pain? A mournful slip of the tongue

Rosaries of apathy and prayers of numb