| You march to the sound of chains around your feet
|
| You’re afraid to fall because you know what it brings
|
| The heaven you know is not the hell that you’re in
|
| You pull the trigger and I’ll take your sins
|
| How does it feel to know there’s nothing left?
|
| How does it feel to have the rope around your neck?
|
| Staring down a smoking barrel
|
| The pieces that are left haunt you till your last breath
|
| I’m gonna hold what’s in my hand
|
| And I’m thinking of ways to ignite and I’m not forsaken
|
| Nothing can erase this from my eyes
|
| I will be right here till the end
|
| Curse every soul
|
| Every moment that led to this
|
| I hope it feels like your bleeding out
|
| I hope your whole world comes crashing down
|
| Do you feel lucky?
|
| Well do ya punk?
|
| You’ve burned all your bridges
|
| Enough is enough!
|
| I’m gonna hold what’s in my hand
|
| And I’m thinking of ways to ignite
|
| And I’m not forsaken
|
| Nothing can erase this from my eyes
|
| I will be right here till the end
|
| Curse every soul
|
| Every moment that led to this
|
| I hope it feels like your bleeding out
|
| I hope your whole world comes crashing down
|
| Witness the end
|
| I’ve taken all that I can take
|
| Set them free
|
| Hit the lights
|
| String em up
|
| Hang em high
|
| You march to the sound of chains around your feet
|
| You’re afraid to fall because you know what it brings
|
| The heaven you know is not the hell that you’re in
|
| You pull the trigger and I’ll take your sins
|
| You march to the sound of chains around your feet
|
| You’re afraid to fall because you know what it brings
|
| The heaven you know is not the hell that you’re in
|
| You pull the trigger and I’ll take your sins |