Come take my hand and well walk into the woods
This is my kingdom, now this is your home
If you belive, sometimes
pretend
If you fight back, in the end
You should shall see what is worth
Other peoples stories they are just like mine
But
for one thing, I did what they plan
In my darkest hour I just kill a man
With the silver bullet in the barrel of my gun.
I
should know better
By the age of twenty-eight
But I took the chance and I never once looked back
When the sun climbs up over
victoria hill
I will stop and take the last breath
Then theyll come for me
