Scratch at the door, they offer no help
Open the curtains and see for yourself
We're not hesitating, we're biding our time
Wait for the moment we jump into line
Where is that infantry

We scratch at the door, they offer no help
Open the curtains and see for yourself

.... and they claimed they could stop

well play some metal.
Only noone would stop

We did not play to see Banshees, and Ghosts running down(?)......
Only replayed

nobody console me just watch us play

Take my advice
Don't come any closer
Don't you come any closer
You're giving us all away

Hold on with your clenched fingers
In the way that it shines
With it so bad it's no easy thing
Turning red into white

Take my advice
Don't come any closer
Don't yo

I heard he dabbled into witchcraft, I heard occult
Oh, they're pretty much the same
I guess he was adopted, or raised by wolves
That's ridiculous to say

I heard he pulled over, cursed the town
Had the touch, so nothing grew
I heard that too, it's true

That tonigh

Stampede, stampede

Hands up, hands up, hands up
Like the people beside you, hands up
Hands up, hands up, hands up
Like the people beside you, hands up

Stampede, stampede

Hands up, hands up, hands up
Like the people beside you, hands up
Hands up, hands up, ha

It's not like it used to be, ancient history
Why are we throwing those stones
Cold sweat and blistering, sounds like a plea to me
Don't just go throwing your words, save your breath and be still
Save your breath and be still

No other drummers have went quite this dark
T

For weeks now, you run and you talked in your sleep
You shook me awake to announce, you're never alone

Spring was confusing, a little bit scary
Summer was much of the same
By Winter you run with the nights, never came home

For weeks now, run and you talked in your sleep

Poor Lyle
He lives in an hourglass
Counting every grain he sees
Nothing but time
Always the sun
Kiss of a thirst felt with his teeth
But he still has his arms
He still has his legs
Nowhere to walk to

And nothing to hold
After a panic
Gathered his wiz

What could go wrong I can't count the number of ways
You could be mauled or burned for starters
You could still drown in knee deep waters
That's enough to hold up and hide in this cave

What could go wrong I can't count the number of ways
You could be struck by lightening wa

Keep with your digging we're looking for fossils
hopefully someday we'll find the impossible link

How many people are needed to turn on this life
How many people, how many people
Everyone's crying, nobodies breathing
Too scared to listen to what they've been thinking
How many people are needed to turn on this life

Oh no, they ain't your baby, you just turn them away 'ca

Creeping, we're gaining an inch at a time
Can't believe you don't believe me
These consciences they talk to themselves
And the bruises to show

Eyes that are turning completely white
Completely white
Completely white
Completely white

I can't think that that's c