Three months on the run
Falling dead, left your body at shore
To the cold, to despair, to the blood of the people
And I don’t need your saints no more
Two guns staring face to face
The names of the ones who you wanna blame
Of the Lord, the man, the father and son
Bleeding out so that the world still remains the same
Cross out your heart
They have taken it
Hallowed by the stars
That will carry it
If the world just falls apart
Then it’s all the same
I know you’d let it
You’re the ones who are taking it down
With a loaded gun
I don’t need your
Pit for the ones I loved
I don’t need your
Chains around my arms
You’ve made them, and I sure won’t take ‘em
‘Cause I don’t need your war
Throw your hand as bait
Life sinks on those who wait
For the boatman, to choose who he wants to pay
Cry out loud, you’re so sorry
Make it about, tell your story
Just shout, throw your hands up high
And hold on
Cross out your heart
They have taken it
Hallowed by the stars
That will carry it
If the world just falls apart
Then it’s all the same
I know you’d let it
You’re the ones who are taking it down
With a loaded gun
I don’t need your
Pit for the ones I loved
I don’t need your
Chains around my arms
You’ve made them, and I sure won’t take ‘em
‘Cause I don’t need your war
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