Number Thirteen Lyrics - Murder The Mountains - Red Fang

I can brave the cold alone 

I'm sleeping on the ground 

I hate your golden throne 

But want it for my own 

I see that I'm the one 

Who's breakin' us in two 

How could this be the end? 

You're my, you're my 

Number Thirteen 

You're my, you're my 

Loss of control 

You're my, you're my 

Everything 

You're my, you're my... 

Rake our nose across the stone 

We're never leaving home 

We're headed to the West 

Beyond the dying breath 

Our boots will scratch and scrape 

But we cannot escape 

We're running to our fate 

You're my, you're my 

Number Thirteen 

You're my, you're my 

Loss of control 

You're my, you're my 

Everything 

You're my, you're my... 

I know the fields are burnin' 

Blacks out the cruelest dawn 

I hear the God's a-screamin' 

The war goes on and on 

I can brave the cold alone 

I'm sleeping underground 

I've made your golden throne 

But want it for my own 

I see that I'm the one 

Who's breakin' us in two 

How could this be the end? 

You're my, you're my 

Number Thirteen 

You're my, you're my 

Loss of control 

You're my, you're my 

Everything 

You're my, you're my...