Dark cold night in the forest again, takling to a lover used to be a friend.
Talking to sinner who says he's on the mend, push her to the light, closer to the end.
Dark cold night in the forest again, your talking to a lover used to be a friend.
Talking to sinner, says he's on the mend, push her to the light, closer to the end.
Sold your soul to the devil's hand, your thinking of a future sinking in the sand
Talking to a lover who used to be your friend, push her to the light closer to the end
But I know it's going to break, know it's going to ride, know that in the morning you'll say that it's alright
Thinking that it's something, something wants some more.
Said it once before but you know the fucking score.
You got your pistols
You got your smokescreen
You got these broken bones but I'm in your slip stream
You got these ideas
This an't no witch hunt
This is just you and me, so hold on for something
You got your pistols
You got your smokescreen
You got these broken bones but I'm in your slip stream
You got these ideas
This an't no witch hunt
This is just you and me, so hold on for something