Open wounds and bloody caverns
I left my heart on the tab of the tavern
Drunken gloves they fail to grasp
All these daggers in my back
Scaring slowly can't you see
This armor won't let you
Hold on
Should have know this was a trap
Should have known you were leading
Take a lap your brains on over drive
You'll never make it out alive or alone
Don't worry about your phone
We're all clones of death
Waiting to take our last breath
And I'm no saint or sinner I
Just want to give love
Seeking guidance from above and I
Hold on