Lights out down in Fayetteville
We fed all of the wolves outside
Wildfire does what fire will
Those lead eyes are colorblind

Single branch breaking
Did you hear the sound?
And a leg shaking
And it's coming, coming down
And the ass laying
Laying on the ground
With my hands behind my back

You wanna bleed me
Like my blood is cheap
And then you leash me
Like a dog in the street
And then you beat me
Like the tambourine in my head
Then you let
I heard them ring, I heard them

No peace for the ones at rest
Fresh dirt on their names engraved
Bad actors are born and bred
Sick theatres and wicked, wicked games

Got a soul playing
Someone else's choir
Got a soul naked
Laying on barbed wire
Got a soul making
Our own funeral pyre
With our hands behind our backs

You wanna bleed me
Like my blood is cheap
And then you leash me
Like a dog in the street
And then you beat me
Like the tambourine in my head
Then you
I heard them ring, I heard them

I heard them, I heard them, I heard them
I heard them, I heard them
I heard them

You wanna bleed me
Like my blood is cheap
And then you leash me
Like a dog in the street
And then you beat me
Like a damn tambourine in my head
Then you
I heard them ring, I heard them
I heard them, I heard them, I heard them