Blackout

Check, check, check, check, check

Check check, one two
It’s cold when I walk through
The marshes at nightfall
Silence my rifle
Solemn disciple
Speech is my rifle
The scared and the fragile, the feeble I burrow

Sheep in my gallows
Crawl as I gallop
Graves deep, not shallow
When I step through your best, I’m the prophet of morrow
Give coins a flip and let destiny follow

Check
Check, check

Check (echos)
Check (echos)

Sheep in my gallows
Crawl as I gallop
Graves deep, not shallow
When I step through your best, I’m the prophet of morrow
Give coins a flip and let destiny follow

Check
Check, check

Check (echos)
Check (echos)