Mercenaries

Can you come on and out of the cold
How do we make it out alive?
Get a weapon, lock in the door
Staying awake to stay alive

Kill the fallen, knife in the back
Plan of attack, a beady eye
As you follow, head out the pack
Flood out the rat, and stab em’ dry

Gotcha, come on
Going in deep, falling asleep, an open door
Get the ballast crawl up the coast
Pull on the neck and cut the cord

Can you hold it, give me a rope
Combing the lake of fire God
Like a bullet, follow the smoke
Head of the snake and cut it off

Ghosts, harrowing front lines
On the lonely cove, and they left behind
A bit if sorrow

You didn’t need to count me out
When the final push is a little weight
On your neck sometimes
You didn’t need to count me out
When you’re feeling low, here’s a little hand
From above cause you’re on my mind

You kinda got it, further a cause
Broaden the reach, a little pain.
Like a comet, burn up and die
Hear a pin drop a mile away

Like a disease, move with a tease
Glide on the feet, an atom bomb.
As your dying, both of your knees
Will fall to the street, you’ll carry on

Ghosts, harrowing front lines
On the lonely cove, and they left behind
A bit of sorrow

Ghosts, harrowing front lines
On the lonely cove, and they left behind
A bit of sorrow

You didn’t need to count me out
When the final push is a little weight
On your neck sometimes
You didn’t need to count me out
When you’re feeling low, here’s a little hand
From above ‘cause you’re on my mind