Words

Broken wood in the casket
Crooked hole in the ground
Your lies have all been counted
Your time is comin’ round
Jagged knife in your mindset
Wasted rivers of blood
A hole up in your memory
Filling up with mud

The more you been talking yeah the less that you know
The nails in the coffin and it’s your time to go
You get what you give now you reap what you sow
The nails in the coffin and it’s your time to go

Broken axe in the tree trunk
Swirling fire in the sky
Broken wings in the backpack
You’ve forgotten how to fly
The ground underneath you
Turning back into sand
Spiders up to your collar
The Killing hour’s at hand

The horseman are ridin, you better get low
The horseman are ridin, you better get low
The nails in the coffin it’s your time to go

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