I'm standing on the hill of death
where I’d been stood on
Some strangers
stand on the hill of flush
My heartbeats run faster
New guy is coming now
I don't know
when this has been started
I've came to know
this kinds of feelings
Worn out clothes
The gun without hotness
Tired spirits
and broody bodies out there
Don't have any choices
New guy is just like us
he seems to be not trust himself
It has been hard raining
to cherish him oh no
I don't know
when this has been started
I've came to know
this kinds of feelings
Worn out clothes
The gun without hotness
Tired spirits
and broody bodies out there
I ain’t got any rights
before I was born
All depends on the god
Besides all of that I think
All depends on the god
I can see the snow man
might be the last
I can see the snow man
might be the last
I can see the snow man
might be the last
I can see the snow man
might be the last