Kevan Krueger - Walking Home on a Cold Night Lyrics

My breathe block my vision
Just watch my step
Eyes on the cement
Not the right or left
If I get hit, then I get hit
I couldn't give a shit
Life's in God's hands
Is there a plan or is this it (I beg of you)
Run me over
I don't really give a f*ck
Let it be over
It'd be easy with a gun (a little louder)
Run me over (what'd you say- what'd you say- what?)
I don't really give a motherf*ck
Just let it be over (why you say that- why you say that- why?)
It'd be easy with a gun
One pump and done, no out to run
The sound for a millisecond then silence
Blood out the lungs, no oxygen
Doesn't matter, I can't feel, my heart don't pump
One pump and done, no out to run
The sound for a millisecond then silence
Blood out the lungs, no oxygen
Doesn't matter, I can't feel, my heart don't pump
(My life's in your hands)
I won't hold my breath
I know patience is a virtue
If I'm close to death
Let it take me in one foul swoop
If I've gotta wait
That's okay, let it marinate
Bittersweet the end
Nobody can get away
Run me over (run me over)
I don't really give a f*ck (I don't really give a f*ck)
Let it be over (let it be over)
It'd be easy with a gun (a little louder)
Run me over (what'd you say- what'd you say- what?)
I don't really give a motherf*ck
Just let it be over (why you say that- why you say that- why?)
It'd be easy with a gun
One pump and done, no out to run
The sound for a millisecond then silence
Blood out the lungs, no oxygen
Doesn't matter, I can't feel, my heart don't pump
One pump and done, no out to run
The sound for a millisecond then silence
Blood out the lungs, no oxygen
Doesn't matter, I can't feel, my heart don't pump
(My life's in your hands, in your hands, in your hands, in your hands)
(In your hands, in your hands, in your hands, in your hands)
(In your hands, in your hands, in your hands, in your hands)
(In your hands, in your hands, in your hands, in your hands)
Run me over (what'd you say- what'd you say- what?)
I don't really give a motherf*ck
Just let it be over (why you say that- why you say that- why?)
It'd be easy with a gun
One pump and done, no out to run
The sound for a millisecond then silence
Blood out the lungs, no oxygen
Doesn't matter, I can't feel, my heart don't pump
One pump and done, no out to run
The sound for a millisecond then silence
Blood out the lungs, no oxygen
Doesn't matter, I can't feel, my heart don't pump
(My life's in your hands)