The Born to Kills - Stay Alive

When the night falls like prey
To the weak and the hunted
Like sparks trouble and toil upward
We are nothing, dreams and ghosts
Hot breath on a winter's night
Full of presence, lacking substance
At the feet of a merciful and loving God
A just and vengeful father, I cover my head
Come to me tonight
There is little else I can give, but this is mine
Lay at my feet and cover your head
What's mine will be yours in a little while
Let the dead bury the dead
There is nothing worth waiting for

Written by:
Wade Burden

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