This time. These hills. Will march along and forget the kill. Oh Lord, it's my time. . Rest now. Sleep time. Close your eyes, breathe in the night. Oh Lord, it's my time.
When dark comes creeping in. The cold air and the brittle winds. Its sound stops the grief gets old. It takes guts to fight the cold. . I've gotta hand it to you.
Sing it to me. So much wrong. 'Cause like a slow mo movie. Untie the night. . You can change the world tonight. Or change the world you made. . Bring it to me.
You can never be the same to me. And you should never hide your shame from me. Cause you yeah you. Will always be the blame for me. That's a perfect creepy game for me.