Ghost Walking

One, two, three! Do you remember when word was bond, a fleeting promise in the light of the dawn? Barren December under a falling sky, the end of days are the reason to die! Obliteration never looked so divine, holding your breath for the moment in time. You lived through Hell, now you're trying to die, the skin is healed but you're bleeding inside. Shots fired just to numb the pain, there's no one left to save. Night blind on the shining path, ghost walking in the aftermath. Hypnotized 60 cycle hum, the broken cadence of a distant drum. 21 to 1 I'm liking the odds, a blood junkie with a lightning rod. A dirty rig and a heavenly nod and still you wind up nowhere. Obliteration never looked so divine, holding your breath for the moment in time. You lived through Hell, now you're trying to die, the skin is healed but you're bleeding inside. Shots fired just to numb the pain, there's no one left to save. There's no one left to save... Now you chase the dragon but it follows you home, now you lost the fever dreams and broken hope. Desolation never looked so divine, promise yourself for the very last time. You lived through Hell, now you're trying to die, the skin is healed but you're bleeding inside. Shots fired just to numb the pain, there's no one left to save. There's no one left to save, there's no one left! A fever dream, there's no one left to save! Shots forever end the pain, there's no one left to save!